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Pieces of Me Dropping

Updated on October 24, 2013

This tub water has grown cold,

Every last bubble has dissipated

into foamy frothy film

left to circle

the tub


Every inch of me is wrinkled

like an old hag

pruned and cracking I bleed


Pieces of me I have attempted to evict

from every last swollen pore


He left days ago

A few large shards he left broken

and on the glass


I've been lost in blues

and purples and reds

poking and prodding

lost - searching for that vein


A vessel to carry that blast

thump - thump

collapse

I hope this is the last

the last time - a blast

to erase the past




To make these hours

these days

these years go so fasst


A finish line - a deadline

defeated - a ting ting

I drop it to the floor


My groin littered with bruises

my arms dollops of red


A lack therof

like petals of grace

I push the puss

Out of my arms

My breast

My body becomes

A battlefield


Tick tock

2 hours

tick tock

6 hours

tick tock

I lose the day


Infections spread

My mind breaks

and pieces of me are littered

on the floor


I can't pick the ugliness

I see inside away

I cry - as I die


Afraid as only ghostes

are here to prey

they heckle

they giggle -


As I try to pry the pain away


If only I could tell me then

I'd be sitting here today


If only I could tell me then

I'd be sitting here today -


If only I could say

those scars will never go away

those mocking monkeys

are not real


If only -

tick tock

If only


I could hear me say -


the press - the scabs

the agonizing fear

found in each collapse -

the gasp of pushing through

of head rushing speed

won't break the pain


are not my purpose

Are all just shades of grey

moments to regret

moments to remember


My welcome matt of humility -


Hear this

Your scars will be there

each one more precious than the last

each one my mark

my journey

Pieces of me littered on the floor.

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      Cathy Nerujen 4 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      Wow, this is so visceral and dark and it scared me a bit. It read like a victim of some horrible crime who is in a hospital with wounds ...

      But you write with such attention to detail, no matter how dark...

      Your writing is arresting and gets my attention always, Frankie :)

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Terrific and creative poetry.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Amazing poetry, frankieonfire!

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Hey, frankieonfire! Long time no see! Hope you are well! I loved this. Sad but very well written. Voted it up!