I am over the moon to be a part of MasticadoresIndia! Huge thanks to editor Terveen Gill for bringing me into the fold of her incredible journal!
She is a tapestry of fiction,
a cloak constructed from convenient truths.
Her sentiment slithers,
a hissing whisper in my ear,
dripping in strands of insincerity
that creep down my neck.
Her memories are fabrications,
shoved into the back of her mouth
to keep the truth from coming out.
A vain attempt
at gobbling up sorrow for herself.
I stand in the shadow of grief,
eyes filling with tears,
fury pulsing in my clenched fists.
She bleats emotion,
takes possession of emptiness,
puncturing the air with the razored sting
of a woman seasoned at doling out deceit.
She forgets I was there,
when she said my father
was no longer a person,
forgets he tried to escape
the battering crunch of her insults,
as his mind grew pale,
paper thin.
I feel the anger in my teeth now,
composure stitched to my lip,
trying to break free.
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October 12, 2021 at 3:15 am
This is such intense and beautiful writing, Susan. I think we all have swallowed our rage and anger at several instances of our lives. Some wounds never really heal. Very sad.
Thank you for this lovely piece. 🙂
October 12, 2021 at 5:50 am
Thank you!!!!!
October 12, 2021 at 5:32 am
into the fray
day by day
bright light fright
and neon knights too
October 12, 2021 at 6:23 am
Wow. Your ability to write your feelings and thoughts with such hauntingly painful beauty is something I will always marvel at; it’s extraordinary. This particular poem, Susan, shook me to my core. It perfectly captures the rage and unspoken words that live inside of me, percolating just below the surface. It’s as though you wrote this poem about me; it took my breath away. The other night I had a dream that it all came out, that I said the things I have so desperately wanted to say to that person. And my father stood by my side as I did. Then I woke up. This poem is like having my insides spilled on paper. Our stories are different, but we have one thing in common, the antagonist. That someone could choose to be so cruel at a time of shattering darkness is unfathomable but is true for us both. My hope is that the words you write will one day set you free. Keep writing, my friend. I will do the same. Bravo, my friend. Love you. xo
October 12, 2021 at 11:55 am
This is what it is all about, Tanya! This is why we write, to connect and help others feel connected. You give me the hugest compliment, but I am also incredibly sorry that you have had to go through so much pain at the hands of a person who is beyond toxic. I was so full of rage when I wrote this poem, but I have to tell you, it has subsided. I don’t feel angry at her anymore; I don’t like her and I never will, but I do now feel sorry for her. I guess I just want you to know that it changes, and you are a much wiser, kinder person than I could ever be, so you will see what I couldn’t with colours that hold your special brand of beauty. Write about it all, when you can. It gives closure and power and release. I absolutely adore you, Tanya. All the love, my friend.
October 13, 2021 at 9:36 am
Thank you, Susan. ❤️
October 12, 2021 at 7:08 am
“no longer a person” desperation has far reaching consequences
it is ironic that most insecurities are misfires of the mind and have no true foundation in reality
October 12, 2021 at 11:57 am
It is so true Mark, and so sad. I feel very differently now than when I wrote that poem, but I needed to write it at the time. I will never forget when she said that to me, but now I just feel sorry for her, sorry that she could’t see what I saw in him as he changed.
October 12, 2021 at 12:07 pm
No one captures rage so completely, so painfully like you do. So well-done, dear. And congrats.
October 13, 2021 at 2:15 am
Thank you, Gorgeous Lady! Thankfully I am not feeling this rage anymore, but I had to write about it at the time. Love and hugs to you, my friend. You are in my thoughts.
October 13, 2021 at 3:25 am
Same, baby. This is our style, I guess. It has to be poignant, melancholic or furious. Otherwise, we don’t have a deal.
October 13, 2021 at 4:48 am
It’s so true!!!
October 17, 2021 at 7:42 am
I love the way your words make emotion so visceral! This is such a powerful piece:-)
October 18, 2021 at 5:45 am
Thank you, Lovely One!! This is one of those personal poems that had to be written, so I could let go of the rage and move forward.
October 18, 2021 at 8:53 am
So beautiful and powerful, Susan.