Open Poetry #48 |
5 o'clock Window |
crosscountry83 Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 345 |
Walking down the street, I see an ordinary: broad shoulders hard jawline flat chest rutted abs 5 o'clock shadow. I pass a window and see a foreign: wide birthing hips small nose slim wrists round face prominent chest. my worst nightmare every morning when I feel sick and throw up just from my reflection. Trapped in a body that I refuse to believe is mine. Can't live with it, can't live without it. Every second of every minute of every day is a marathon, a waiting game. watch me hit the wall. Only 1095 marathons left. and no retries for a body I can call my own. Doitrightoryou'llbesorry |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh Interesting introspective, CC. The juxtaposition of the "broad shoulders," and the "wide birthing hips" is a WoW! in my opinion. Liked the unorthodoxy of the poem. ~*~ What do you call a dinosaur with a extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Incredible! The more I read it, the deeper it gets...Very well done! Lori |
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crosscountry83 Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 345 |
Thank you for commenting and reading! |
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