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Monday, December 8

bittersweet and bloodied


The skin
here, is pebbled, smooth and shiny
with the wax they apply in the factory.
Underneath, sweet flesh is
sectioned, shared by small and sticky fingers
left on craft tables and sidewalks
discarded.
And the pith, holding the pieces
together, bitter and chill,
is tasted
and spit out.

What I want to say, I don't, because I know there is a chance you will read this.

5 comments:

alotalot said...

I like your poem. I keep certain things off my blog too, just in case! You never know who is reading.


Also, "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas"...is that the best book ever, or what? I think the ending is so perfect.

GirlGriot said...

I love the surprise of that last line. Nice poem.

Stacey from Two Writing Teachers said...

You have to be careful of what you put out into Cyberspace. However, I hope you'll take the time to write what you're really thinking on a private blog or in a more personal space (e.g., a notebook).

snowflakes said...

Wonderful poem....

I write the words I don't want others to read in my paper journal. It feels good to get them on paper.

everydayjae said...

Thank you for the encouragement! It's always nice to have feedback on your writing.

This actually is my personal blog. I have three others where I write more professional orientated notes.

In regard to my note at the end of this: I intended to tell of my response to a recent event in my personal life. However, it occurred to me that writing in prose would be too revealing, uncomfortable, and perhaps foolish, should the one this writing is directed at may, in fact, read it.

Thanks for reading!