Taping the Glass

Posted on June 8, 2012 | 6 Comments

You’re there again night after night
With accusations smiling delight
Pointed finger punch holes in my heart
Ensuring your wicked pleasure imparts

Your tears making believe fools me not
I can almost feel your warm clear snot
Seeing it doesn’t work, you start to grin
Ripping off your belt, whippings begin

Welts on your back rise laughing at me
Hoping it will bring me to my knees
Tonight, tomorrow and the next day
Reflection goes on making sure I pay

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6 responses to “Taping the Glass”

belladonna23 | June 8, 2012 at 7:40 PM | Reply

quite the interesting read and amazing way you tied the emotions to this… I love how you sealed it too. thanks for sharing 🙂

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- booguloo | June 12, 2012 at 11:45 AM | Reply
  
  Since I’ve stopped worrying about the stats I find the writing more enjoyable like it was in the beginning; so that’s a good thing for me.
  
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Millie Ho | June 8, 2012 at 9:38 PM | Reply

Fantastic, Michael.

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- booguloo | June 12, 2012 at 11:46 AM | Reply
  
  Thanks for your support Millie.
  
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Judith C Evans | June 9, 2012 at 7:37 AM | Reply

You reveal the emotions in this poem with such intense images. Well done!

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- booguloo | June 12, 2012 at 11:48 AM | Reply
  
  It reminds me of, “Comfortably Numb”.. “Just knock if you can here me…”
  
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