literature

hungry ghosts

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swallowing the morning glow and
quiet pills:
fawn-eyed and rabbit-eared to
watch the warmth of limbo
touch the
city

going down down down
to where nothing alive
can see
the palls of grey hanging
from streetlights

and i try to find a metaphor

1. (hide your eyes from
penny candy and laughter--
white caravans and
dirt)
2. something less complex than nonsense;
simpler than art and noble habits
purging in the alleyways all the
virgin snow and eyelights
3. maybe it was meant to be this way:
the cold wakes the neighbors
as fate meets destiny to conspire
a way out

a religion
a brothel
a murder that wasn't meant to complete
me or the manifestation
of exposure

and the trees bend beneath
like there's a hurricane instead of snowflakes
about a rape witness in an...omniscient form.
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SpiritDuchess's avatar
As I read this, I was not aware of your intent. I faved it before I read the comments and descriptions. Without that context the poem describes a feeling that transcends your specified intent. Although, metaphorically, the words evoke a frustration that is most intimate within me.

On the note of rape, and I cannot say why, I cannot fathom and have avoided the topic in any form. I find the topic physically disturbing and with no apparent direct cause. Just, mentally my mind recoils. Even this is the most I have ever said and, perhaps, that is a good thing (mind you I will not be able to repeat this. But it is a start).

You have struck between my mind's eye in a myriad of light. I am ... moved.