by Chrissy

voices

i woke up to the voices again

after all that drinking and St-Henri parking

in front of the usual side streets

with bearded hipsters

open door lofts

stolen dreams. Coming out

of Cayenne and Pepper

sexy shoes and leather.

i don’t know what i was

thinking when we had those

shots, those drinks,

wine, and i didn’t smash

into you at the street

corner, looking like

quite the classy whore,

there was some white lace too

enough of it to want to see

underneath. no more questions

about my ass

my poems

just listen to my voices,

or ignore me.

it’s what you do best.

i ran out of cream

have to always catch myself

as I fall. my arms

are comforting

my words free me,

it’s the only way

to breathe from the place

you make it hard to breathe from.

what distance? you’re here,

what time? you’re on it,

what sky? you’re staring at it,

what sex? we did it.

did you have enough of me?

trust me, i know,

i have had just about enough

of myself too. i can’t blame you

for leaving me, i wanted it,

it’s my island

i want to be alone

on it.

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18 thoughts on “voices”

  2. I saw the tag paranormal. I’ll be honest, I haven’t read Any bogs of late. But I am now writing (&reading) again & ur poems made me stop & I read the whole thing. I liked it. Reminds me of a younger me. But! Is there anything paranormal about this poem? If so plz explain, if not, could u plz give an ex or 2 or ur paranormal work? That u hve posted? Thank you, and please keep writing…u help ME to write better. 😊❤️

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