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My flesh is burning;
glowing embers
reminiscent of
a lit cigarette,
slowly withering away.
My viscera;
now nothing
more than ash.
My heart is
reaching the
stage of
decomposition,
beating more
slowly every
passing minute.
There is a
cataclysmic entity
that was once
known as my soul,
but it is
of no more
use to me.
It craves release
from this carrion.
-Brian Shuffett
March 27th, 2010
glowing embers
reminiscent of
a lit cigarette,
slowly withering away.
My viscera;
now nothing
more than ash.
My heart is
reaching the
stage of
decomposition,
beating more
slowly every
passing minute.
There is a
cataclysmic entity
that was once
known as my soul,
but it is
of no more
use to me.
It craves release
from this carrion.
-Brian Shuffett
March 27th, 2010
Literature
Curious
when pressed, she'll tell you
she's only bi-curious
but I know better.
Literature
Scarp
Scarp
after L’Aquila, words
stumble through becoming
unfit to describe
what they describe as
a quake as debris
and aftershocks as grief –
crust in L’Aquila is a pair of horses
grazing a rolling pasture –
epicenter is a stack of plates
rescued from her restaurant
as it collapsed upon itself –
magnitude is the day
we hear that all will dig until
we are certain there is nobody
left alive. In L’Aquila
tectonics means rescue
workers are scooping
through rubble by hand
to pull a 98-year-old woman
from the fissure where she waits
passing her time knitting –
like the rest of L’Aquila
Literature
The Stale Air of Loneliness
Bringing my hand to my head
and raking my fingers through my hair
out of my face, I look over
and see the empty space in my bed.
Closing my eyes
and taking a deep breath to breathe you in
I inhale only the stench of loneliness in the air.
The sun breaks across my thighs
casting lines as it forces its way through my blinds.
It's warmth settles on me
illuminating the emptiness of the room.
Your head has never laid across my belly.
Your hair has never swept over my face.
Your lips have never been dragged over my body.
Your hands have never cupped my breasts.
And yet, the loss of you hangs heavy in the air.
Laughter shakes me from
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FINAL EDIT: April 9th, 2010.
I have finally fixed the last stanza. It was always missing something as it seemed to jump from the second line to the third without transition.
I have finally fixed the last stanza. It was always missing something as it seemed to jump from the second line to the third without transition.
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Morbid and tragic in a hopeful way.