Poetry Blog by Brooke E Addison
Big Sal on the mask (Fri, 16 Nov 2018 12:55 pm)
powdered, light-tinted dust strokes the crevices of her porcelain face.
red liquid plasters the outside of her perfectly shaped lips.
black goo strikes the thick corners of her luscious eyelashes.
the girl staring back at her she does not recognize.
Perfect. Beautiful. Good. the voices in her head say.
A faint smile warms her face;
painted, covered, and disguised in the lies...
Thursday 15th November 2018 3:46 pm
Cut deep into my flesh.
Tear me apart like a pig being slaughtered.
Take my heart and rip it to shreds
Make me feel again.
Tell me endearing lies.
Look into my eyes.
Paint me in the skys.
Take me in between the lines.
Show me your sorrow.
Show me everything.
Thursday 30th August 2018 4:41 am
It shattered across the floor
I knew this was coming, it was no surprise
I couldn’t take it anymore
Oh, the fire in his eyes
His hand against my neck
His breath against my cheek
I pulled away hoping not to wreck
Yet his presence felt so meek
The way he talked to me
The way he spat on the ground
The way he grabbed my knee;
It had me all turned around
Tuesday 20th March 2018 4:29 am