Love returns

Cherry

By Caldwell

Wed, 11 Jun 2008
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6 comments
 

It was your love
That rattled his teeth
Like small stones, shifting in the sea.

It was your love
Shocked open his eyes
And took him trembling back to your door.

It drew him out
His frail bones
A frame for his billowed shirt sail.

Your love
To see him again
Imagining some equal to memories.

Your love.

Your selfish love.

And now he's here with his stench
And his clenched vile mouth.
His broken hands offering to caress.
A mess of emaciated skin that barely clings
To his grit filled nails. He brings close
Loose teeth to your naked ear as he expels
Whispers with his swollen, dry tongue.
His lungs croak and bubble.
It's what you asked for.

Certificate U
Poem
Poetry
Horror

Comments

Submitted by Caldwell on
Yeats' Those Dancing Days Are Gone crossed with W.W. Jacobs' The Monkey's Paw

 

Submitted by jennifer on
This is disturbing in the extreme. I really like the imagery of the opening stanza: 'It was your love That rattled his teeth Like small stones, shifting in the sea' You can see it AND hear it and the THOUGHT of it makes your own teeth rattle! p.s. I think the last line is unnecessary.

 

Submitted by Caldwell on
Last line removed, thanks. P.s. I think you meant 'hear'.

 

Submitted by jennifer on
I'm going to bed! two typos in one evening...how will Witch Bitch, perfectionist that she is, ever live it down?! (and yes I have corrected it!) I zink I 'av created a monster!

 

Submitted by Dynamaso on
This is creepy and sweet and thoroughly enjoyable. 'He brings close Loose teeth to your naked ear as he expels Whispers with his swollen, dry tongue.' I can see this image in my mind (and almost smell the breath). Very well done indeed.

 

Submitted by sunshine on
eeek. Very good. I do like poems which draw a strong reaction.