Raw
Barren womb of leaves, empty branches reach for white sky.
Eyes strained, with staring at the sun, cry for closure.
Algae carpets stale run-off.
Eyes strained, with seeing through lies, beg to be buried underneath.
Long green stem, rises up from muck,
A pale-pedaled blossom sitting atop the emerald mire.
Beneath the shelf of sewage entwined in life-threads of lotus, a doe--
But how? –long dead feeding the only beauty above.
Seeing, your lies, my eyes, I want to rip them out.
The taste on my tongue? Blood and stale lies.
Eyes strained, with staring at the sun, cry for closure.
Algae carpets stale run-off.
Eyes strained, with seeing through lies, beg to be buried underneath.
Long green stem, rises up from muck,
A pale-pedaled blossom sitting atop the emerald mire.
Beneath the shelf of sewage entwined in life-threads of lotus, a doe--
But how? –long dead feeding the only beauty above.
Seeing, your lies, my eyes, I want to rip them out.
The taste on my tongue? Blood and stale lies.
Sara DeLaVergne