Figment

figment

Everything turns blue

if you dissect it

even the color purple.

 

I feel how words exit

like last night’s

whiskey shots

as the burning sensation

warmed my insides

along with your hand upon

my skin. The combination

was deadly

sin.

Just because I listen to my voices

does not mean

you need to.

You go about and leave me

in this shallow water

it’s not cold at all

actually,

my illness has gone

my hands are warm again

my feet touching the ground

but my imagination

it creates blame

for misunderstanding

my own intentions.

Often, you deny it all

and I believe all the

lies. The fact is

I am a consensus

a Canadian statistic

and now I am

growing my own garden

seeds intact

you on top of me

digging deep inside me

for all the answers

to the questions

you can never ask.

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13 thoughts on “Figment

  1. Reblogged this on breathwords and commented:
    Day 3 A-Z Challenge People Edition (C)

    So…this one was easy. This lady is phenomenally talented. I’ve done a review on her chapbook already. But I could wax poetic about her words any day. She is a gorgeous lady and her words are raw, yet beautiful. She digs in deep, never sugar-coating anything. She doesn’t just write. She lives in each line.

    If you don’t follow her, you should. – A

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