Hollowed out, crime scene where my
Heart used to be, cut up and left for
Dead by a woman in a mask, true face
Leering underneath, rotted with bad
Intentions, clever M.O. setting me up
With false promises, broken lies her
Weapon of choice, slashing out from
Behind with deadly precision, master
Of evasive answers to specific questions
As she cut and cut and cut, bleeding out
The one I was, old scars that still fester
In my dreams, that hollowed out place
Where my heart still twitches…
Memories like chalk outlines.
END
“Crime Scene”
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George, that line collapsed me, entirely. 4 words with the impact and the imagination to weave all sorts of images. It's both poetic and real. We poets love to be able to relate to another's words... I'd say this boldly-written piece will be a 'face-to-face' encounter for many... but it's your unique voice, here, that makes reading it a poetic pleasure. katy xox.
Well written my friend!!
Love Tinka
A normal relationship where two are attracted, but it comes apart is one story. We can get over that. The ones where lies and promises, taking advantage of our good faith,
misrepresenting the truth of their intentions,should be classified a crime!
Well done!
eileen