Up Against the Wall. Flower.

Warning, there is some profanity.

Little introvert

Self-proclaimed wallflower with the awkward tongue

only  to be outdone

by fleeting feet strapped and bound into six inch teeter-totters that leave you towering over the crowd

like a spectacle on a pedastle of puberty.

It refuses to leave you alone after you’ve long said goodbye in a voice like splitting wood,

down in that forest of youth

Bountiful and beautiful and breathless.

You clutch to your drink like a life-line,

like an alibi,

like they’ll regurgitate as witty intercourse,

if those bubbles are swallowed,

instead of the sour pink sludge that coats the rim of your toilet’s hollows.

And it’s duplicity, a city

that suffocates you,

envelopes you

in second hand breathes that you suck back like water to a dry-mouthed drowner,

collecting bits of conversation and accidental caresses in the bottom of your purse

to ration out later.

And I would rather have the country

(Because I’m a c**t, see?)

Cause a flower can’t bloom in the city

for want of water and star-light

and freedom from the fumes

But i’m dragged back like a flame on a fuse

by the promise of feeling something other than air between my fingertips.

Mouth steaming and streaming with someone else’s words

their lips.

Oh! To envelope someone else in these mounds of skin,

To be like a falcon skimming the surface.

Slim lined legs peering out from a feathery skirt.

Light as to fly, weightless, immersed.

But mine is more bovine

lined and drawn in comestible cuts

market-ready, brown papered, savory and robust.

Crying, expiring beneath frosted glass.

The night ages like wine into vinegar

I sip at it like a connoisseur

And I wander home, growing alone

in the garden

Ugly little wallflower sighing up the steep.

Head tilted on the bathroom tile

Drowning in its sleep.

Reviews

[Legacy]

Rachael,

...Prior to touching on this write, thank you for your review...

Okay, I only found one word to be offensive, so thank you for the advanced warning. Yet, I was not offended. - it couldn't have been placed in any other way.

Confusion as you pretend to have it together (here in this write). Do any of us really become recognized for who we truly are? Or do we stand out in the crowd by blending in with another's originality?

Indeed you have captured a concrete jungle chocked full of "freedom to choose, yet obligation to conform".

Amazing way to explain it.

Could you possibly enter this into the enlightenment or dark secrets contest in Poetic Infusion's Group? I think with a bit of format love, it should be a great hit!

Have a great day,

Legacy

[Kaliou]

i know EXACTLY what you mean... i really appreciated this :) great job on word choice and imagery, very vivid... the emotions really came through

[SpokenWord]

Rich in images of a wall flower drowning in the big city. I can remember being a wall flower and clutching onto a drink for security while lost amongst unknown faces that were different from my own. This write is really good and I enjoyed it from the meaning to the images that flowed one into another as the mind unfolded this tale in verses divine.