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Garbage
by Kristi A Gilleland

Friday, June 24, 2005
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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It is a poem about self-worth getting shattered, by either rape, objectification, being used, adultry, or any/all of the above. The victim is a woman's sense of self-worth, she starts to feel she is garbage. The grammatical errors are intentional.

When You are inside me,
do You ever feel the corrugation
of my existence?
do You feel the raked furrows
that reside under my skin,
hollowed out coarsely
by common machinations of Men?
somewhere, sometime,
overburdened-the seams came apart,
i lost You, You fell down and out
Your contents so heavy
They burst the soft copper
of my weakly stapled heart.

useless now, opened, torn
cast away, kicked to the side...
roaches still crawl
eating what is left of my glue
They won’t be still
as They lay Their eggs,
multitudinous, white, and glistening
plowed deep in this unfolded
two dimensional stinking hull.
as wet garbage
putridly splatters,
soaking and staining my skin
as on brown paper-
oozing down slowly as tears,
i reflect that i am only
one in a growing pile-
a generically broken,
once carefully packaged,
face of fear.
  


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Reviewed by Denise Contreras 2/3/2007
I have felt like garbage but not any more even garbage can be cleaned up and change. Thanks for this
Angela
Reviewed by jude forese 6/25/2005
well penned existential viewpoint ...
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