Get lost

by Saerelune   Jan 18, 2014


Go. Shut the door.
Cover your ears and sleep.
Ignore the thunderstorm,
the soaked dogs at your threshold.
They'll survive, they're made for cold air.
Don't let my words freeze you.
Pull up the blanket a little tighter.
You're not a dog. You're inside,
head resting against furniture, I know.
But go. Get lost. Let me make the choice for you.
Don't dream as thick as your mattress is,
you're not me. Never, never.
Don't rot like me, so many flees
feeding from me. Flee from me.
Forget the bite marks I left you,
they'll fade away. Never bite yourself
just to remind yourself of me.
Go. Shut the door.
Don't wait for me.
I'm not staying for dinner.

18-01-2014
6:02 PM

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  • 10 years ago

    by Narph

    Judging Comment:

    This piece starts strong and finishes on another level. The whole poem builds a question of who the speaker is and what the circumstances are, so when the last line switches the tone from descriptive to explicit ("I'm not staying for dinner"), the rest of the piece suddenly hums with new life. Great technique. What I like most is the divide in the speaker: there's a twinge of self-directed bitterness ("Don't rot like me, so many fleas feeding from me") and almost a heartlessness (leaving the dogs outside, or maybe I'm just an animal lover?), but it feels like it's rooted in a deep devotion to the listener. So, is it self sacrifice for the better good or is the speaker too blinded by pain to recognize their naivety? I don't know, but the question keeps drawing me back... along with that last line. So good.

  • 10 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Another good one you have cought my attention :)

  • 10 years ago

    by Kakera

    Simply put a sledgehammer to the gut. Love it so much it hurts.

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