23 of 30 in 30…Icetubs…

23 of 30 in 30…Icetubs…

30 April 2010, 19:34
Filed under: 30 Poems in 30 Days, Esme Writes, Poetry | Tags: 30 Poems in 30 Days, blood, Esme Writes, fighting, ice, Poetry, tubs, writing

He spoke his last ten years as a death sentence.
It would all be over before he knew it.
Before we blinked our eyes against the harsh
broken glass slivers the sun had become.
It would make both of us rub our bloodshot
sockets deeply in the mornings and ignore
the black holes we had become.
We were each others tangled bedsheets
in the middle of the night so oppressively hot.
Steam rooms of emotion, suffocating.
We gasped each others skin.
We smothered our mouths in salt’s scent.
We let too much blood into bathtubs filled with ice.

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