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On a Bad Day
by Kerowyn RoseThis body is inside-out eyes,
gibbous proportions,
ubiquitous exaggeration,
Jabba jowls,
cystic breasts,
pasty, ashy, dune-like skin.
It has obscured pulchritude
buried in flesh and pain
- electric pain.
A sluggard breathing,
prodigious clammy blob,
betrayer, silent enemy, exhausted,
reaching for the arms of death
without a thought for what I want.
02/22/2009 Posted on 02/23/2009
Copyright © 2025 Kerowyn Rose
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/23/09 at 04:02 AM Exceptional images here, where the mind appears to have been overridden. I hope tomorrow is a good day. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/23/09 at 06:23 PM Startling imagery! The body may ignore the mind in illness and pain! In fact for most I think that eventually happens. Thought provoking. |
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