I knew of you.
My eyes branded in your fine detail.
The inky black current of your Albanian hair that swam behind you-
I pause, stop, play, and rewind you in my head.
I have memories of staring into your burning yellow eyes
searching.
It was never there.
I looked for that instinct, that motherly glow.
I was young but trust that children know.
You were hollow-
It’s okay.
I cringe now at the idea of physically creating a family, and then running.
We all have our truths.
Who am I to judge?
Four times though??
Doing this to four individuals…
must be heavy mom!
WOW.
Three small letters that stroke the tongue like spikes of an urchin
Drowning me as they slip out of my throat.
I am done looking
Scraping the bottom of the vacant sea.
My pearl fell out of reach, and the current is a nasty, unforgiving, prick who waits for none.
Without noticing, I have drifted to a place thats safer to stand
A clearer water, where the water’s dangers can be seen.
I knew of you
And that played the hugest part in
Ripping
Shredding
Consuming
My whole heart.
Poetry
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This. Is. Amazing. I can’t even begin to describe its impact. Wonderful !! The symbol of the “pearl” is genius. And the image that the Albanian hair brings up…works so well. I could go on forever.
This is really great. The imagery in here really allows me to understand what you’re trying to convey. The repetition of “I knew of you” really just drives home the whole tone of the poem. So awesome- so so awesome.