Poem -
Guilt Trip
Guilt Trip
He watched her
From a safe distance
Frantically
Rubbing salt into
Those
Pretty open wounds
Of hers
As she bled into the
Cream wool pile
Inherited long ago
That used to be
Their magic carpet
Makeshift sleigh
A ride to paradise
No less than was ..
Yet on reflection
As he watched her
From that distance
She seemed to him
More desperate to
Remove those
Ink and red wine
Stains
They spilled while
Playing hide and seek
A long long time ago
More so even than
Absolving guilt
Or ridding herself
Of his precious DNA ..
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Comments
Neville your word wielding skills shine here. I must say I have sat reading it over and over again. Because once again you have penned something that can be read in more than one way...more than two even. One thing that remained a constant with this read, was the sick feeling that built up into the pit of my stomach, every time I got to those last few lines
Visually engaging and somewhat disturbing for me
Great writing x
I can appreciate this most recent scribble will not be everyone's cup of tea ..
Nevertheless, I am more than honoured by your visit my lady & much more than merely grateful too ....................... x
Your pen wielding goes far and wide my friend...always something for others to admire x