So I wasn't planning on blogging again for a while, but I wrote a new poem already, you lucky people. I couldn't even explain what this one meant when I was asked before I'd finished it! But I pretty much can now I think. Poetry speaks in ways I can't, obviously. Which is weird...since I'm writing the poem...
Anyway! This one's called "She breaks".
Whisper failure in her ear,
Soft and quiet; oh so clear,
Grasp her neck and hold it tight,
Drag her down into the night.
See her pulse beat through her eyes,
Though her skin and her disguise.
Mutilate her iron shell,
Hear her scream and watch her yell,
Yet silent still her lips remain,
Firmly shut, she turns insane.
Tear it down, her cartoon wall,
Ruptured veins; crush her small.
Carve her into quivers and shakes,
Await the day she does not wake.
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