Acid

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The purple velvet of night
licks at the edges of a yard.
Patio chairs lay, knocked about,
a silent monument to fear.
Through gaping holes in the house
emotions slither out.
Fingers , stretching and reaching
Neighbors close windows and shutters
to protect their facades.

Acidic accusations pour from his mouth.
It buries in her veins and laps at her soul
Scorching and burning
this acid, as it scalds, demands answers.
But she has none.

No answers to give to this lion of a man
as he rips and tears away at her heart.

A mouse, shaking and afraid,
she merely waits
for a fate she knows is coming

Full, heavy air
climbs in through open windows and doors.
Suffocating the low sobs.
Slowly, so slowly, across the house
it inches.
Its milky white calm spreading
like the sheet of white over a corpse.

A room, lit only by the dewy blue of a television
he lies in wait.
A lion full after the meal of her soul.
liquid courage induced stupor
He is no longer a lion.





Cold black and white tile rise up to meet her.
A chair, thrown and broken
serves as her audience.
Frozen strawberries pressed to an ice blue cheek.
No witnesses but bottles and chairs
as a crystal tear runs downward.

At last, a hand meets a counter.
She’s up.
A table, a grainy chair
She’s moving
Strawberries trail behind her
fallen and left behind, melted and alive again,
a vibrant red splashing across the tile.

A door handle, brassy and cool to her touch
finds a ideal fit in her palm
as if it were waiting for her to reach out all these years.
This is it.

A car door, turn the key.
She’s out.

The acid drains and pools on the floor.
Her veins are now open and free pulsing with her heart,
newly aware of the rhythm of the world.
She is no longer a mouse.

Swollen purple crescents part,
revealing a smile that she thought dead
No longer will acid be her drink
and frost be her lover.





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holly said...
Nov. 27, 2008 at 2:08 am
this poem was awesome! The words created visuals that were breathtaking. You have a real talent.
 
Krista said...
Nov. 8, 2008 at 8:36 pm
I've always loved this poem! I'm so happy to see that it's now published. The frozen strawberries and last two lines will always stick in my head. Really, amazing job!
 
torti said...
Nov. 4, 2008 at 10:52 pm
this poem is so well written, its a true piece of art. the word choices are perfect, and very descriptive. very good job :)
 
Ashleigh said...
Nov. 4, 2008 at 9:34 pm
this a great poem and you most definably should win, very descriptive. :)
 
Rinky-Dink 22 said...
Nov. 3, 2008 at 9:56 pm
I really enojoyed this piece! It especially made me happy that she gets out in the end :D. Keep Writing!
 
mm54992@live.com said...
Nov. 3, 2008 at 9:40 pm
I thought this was perfectly righten wiht very good vocabulary. It also game a good visual image in my mind and played it out to this poem. Very well written.
 
sara said...
Nov. 3, 2008 at 9:14 pm
this is really good. it's eerie and chilling. the poem's name is attention-grabbing, and so is the rest of the poem :].
 
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