Visibly Loud Emotion Recollected in Hostility
Your thoughts (on seeing me) expand so proud
Inside your skull that I can nearly see
Their force despite the bone encasement, loud
Enough for irises to file. Your spree
Of ploys about me now revealed include
A purple velvet dress you bought and wore
To bend me to your curves. A little shrewd,
This ploy zapped round my ribs and caused a bore.
This echo sound recalled years later makes
The eyes that saw it swell again and pain
My present with that now past bed of snakes
That you and purple made — that long-gone stain.
It is as if a dusk forgotten hymn
Brought twinge of torture at a hangman’s whim.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Oct 25, 2024 | FI, IN, MA, OB |