When we converse
all I can think is
escape.
Does the panic show
in a white-rimmed eye,
if you bothered
to look?
I can feel your words,
smooth, sweet, dangerous
sliding down my back.
I am wary, ungrateful,
as I silently begin
chewing off my foot.
Domestication
does not suit me.
For PAD and NaPoWriMo, Day 16
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ReplyDeleteCivilization and it's discontents does bedevil is creative types :-)
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= <3
I like the heavy imagery of feeling "trapped" in this, that "chewing off" one's foot really makes you feel this. Well done, Mary.
ReplyDeleteI was horrified, as a little girl, when I learned that there were traps that caught animals by their feet and that there were animals that would chew their foot off to escape. This poem reminded me of those feelings.
ReplyDeleteI have been there. You captured the feeling perfectly.
ReplyDeleteWell you can mount it on the wall if you really have to chew it off lol
ReplyDeletechewing off your foot is such a strong visual of being trapped. great write.
ReplyDeletewhoa. except I'm not limber enough to chew my foot off. have to be my wrist. ~
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