stripped clean

January 27, 2010
By Syeda SILVER, Bronx, New York
Syeda SILVER, Bronx, New York
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The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.

The step, the foot
7 ½ wide she was destined for plateaus
Stairs as red as chicken blood
As red as nose bleeds
Chipped like my eggplant colored nail polish
The gray harsh metal exposed
Bruises on the ego
Reflections of her

Air above them all
Molested by clutters of dust mites and sunlight
Sunlight not quite yellow
Not quite orange
Ugly and mocking
Exposing the flaws

Cracks in the crevices of skin
Veins squishy and throbbing
Heels skinny, devilish
Cells parched and ashy

Exposed for the world to see
For her to hate
And hate and hate
For that burning acid
To swim up her windpipe
For toe to miss the crimson
For heel to follow
For arms to fling
For legs to go under
For the tearing of skin against rail
For points to break and ankles to sprain
For blouses to tear and skirts to ride up
For the doorman to hear and rush to her side

Tops of freckled breasts and nude cups
Dimples in her thighs, he notes
Lip cut, panties bared
For this the sun has exposed her

Blood under thin pale skin
Overflowing on both sides
While He tips over in laughter
Shines His rays harder

For He is the bully, the lord of the playground
Abandon the sandboxes
Or beware His wrath
Here comes fate, hear Him roar

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