I see...
no, you don't.
you don't see
what
I show you
you see
something
you don't want to,
with your
unseeing pair
of eyes,
mentally
stabbing my
words
while you deliver
a sickening
catchphrase
I see...
it drops
with a heavy thud
lying between us
like a bloody
corpse
no one wants
to tend to
and you stay where
you
are
with that blank
expression
you are popular for
when I know
I know
that you want
to strangle
my words
with your bare
hands
and bury it
along
with all your
meaningless
catchphrases
and
I stay where I am
with a face
so clear
giving no
spaces
for a dark cloud
to hang up
side
down
and I
smile
with a bravery
stumping your plan
to murder my
vocabulary
I see...
do you?
____
©VioletEden
31stMay2017
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Vermillion
PoetryI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
