Erraticism

by Saerelune   Mar 12, 2014


The violinist hit her chin
with her bow, I bow
lowly, like a servant
and entangle fingers
into my hair. There's
a frog croaking, something
buzzing like a doctor
shaking his head,
his moustache tickling
the cusp of his nose
and I can't think I can't
think, there are fleas
inside my heart, there are beasts
beneath my skin, and I want to
rip it off like freshly glued
wallpaper, I want to be
the wall that's hit against,
nails clawing through popstars.
I want to be the malfunction,
the downward spiral; let me curl
like a koala around my pillow,
make me whole. I don't want to be
the loose ends, the puzzle piece
you left beneath the couch
as a child. I want to be
everything and nothing,
the knife and the apple.
Bite into me and watch
your teeth bleed.
Watch the teeth clatter.
I clatter. Clatter. Clatter.
Roller skates and nonexistent
childhood. Let me fall, bruise
bruise my knees, kiss me,
kiss me on my knees.

12-03-2014
8:39 PM

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  • 10 years ago

    by Ray Blue

    ~Magnificent!

  • 10 years ago

    by Robin A Walter

    The title is correct. This is Erroticism (even in your misspelling of the word).

    Hard to read, disconnected, and leads the reader down a dead end and makes one feel like the next dirty trick is of being mugged for reading this.

    Please do prose with breath breaks, meaning, and make one grateful that they were allowed to read you great and innermost thoughts.

    And, thanks for your contribution.

  • 10 years ago

    by Liz

    One thing I'm not sure of.. "there's fleas" and "there's beasts", I think it would sound better if you said, "there are...". Maybe it's just me. =\

    Besides that, there is so much going on in this piece. Just the different scenes you present and the way you make it all flow together so perfectly. It feels personal, something only for you to understand. A well-deserved win.

  • 10 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Its a poem that takes the reader along into a world where the writer is swimming in, making the reader feel and see what the writer feels.

    Liked the flow and the way it unfolds...Congrats on the win.

  • 10 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    I am speechless.

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