And It Should - A Poem By Frankie Di'Incendio
This is going to hurt.
She knows this. She opened a fortune.
Smile it will make the world brighter.
This is going to hurt. she opens a fortune.
There is great friendship between you.
This is going to hurt.
She keeps writing it anyway
A proclamation of her unheard love
Locked away behind the ghosts of yesterday.
She does not let go
this hurts she thinks.
Tears slide like the sweet caress of treasured places full of warm moisture.
Slipping. This will hurt
Her body urges her to reconsider
the fragility of human weakness
a virginal temple of late
This hurts
there it aches.
Move on.
This will hurt
She knows it
Never one to fret over scars
she frets now
This is going to hurt she thinks.
Drives to post office
sends letter.
Home she sits
no response
from her dark knight
This is going to hurt
Move on the world tells her through the gnawing gaze of admiring faces.
Paid for dinners
sickening thoughts of romance.
They want to kiss her.
They want her to let them adore her.
They call her.
She refuses to see their eyes.
Looking down,
standing tall.
This is going to hurt,
she thinks
She bathes in perfumed water anyway.
She shaves her legs anyway.
Clears Eve’s way.
This is going to hurt she thinks
So she applies her favorite lipstick.
Moved by perfect heart shapes.
She does her nails anyway.
She wore that dress anyway.
This is going to hurt.
She turns off those thoughts.
Remembering the sweet lips
of razor blades.
She hopes its ache is deep.
Raw. Powerful.
Full of memories.
Yes
She thinks,
this is going to hurt.