Repressed Disposition

A portrait.

Encased in a living tomb
Nails scraped from the fingers
Flesh torn and painted with blood
Gasping eyes searching for light
Desperate tongue longing for love
Running along rotting corpses
Savoring the pungent taste
Tearing bone and sinew

Limbs mangled and teeth askew
Face scattered with scabs
Lips cracked and torn
Hanging like ripped cloth
Crawling on a concave belly
Sniffing the sour air like a serpent
Rattling breaths climb the throat
Lungs shaking and collapsing
Clawing and digging at the concrete floor
Always trying to break free from its prison

Reviews

[Archipelago]

this is pretty intense, and i really like how far you take the metaphor. if you hadn't said in the description that it was a self portrait, i would have assumed it was straight-up about being buried alive. knowing that it's symbolic makes it that much more powerful

[Nicole Clarice Anna Wie..]

Well, holy moly. This is one very descriptive piece you have here. My finger nails actually hurt from being placed so closely with the victim of your poem. Everything about this piece is very well played, from the imagery to the diction to the flow. Bravo. A very respectable write.

[Jeff Loquist]

There seems to be a deeper, soulful monster shrouded within the confines of this piece. It's escape could be both terrifying and beautiful. Nice work.

[The Hypnotist]

quite a beautiful creature you've painted in letters, black and corrupt, absolutely amazing

[Katherine Wyatt]

this is fantastic.. imagery is absolutely magnificent...the desolation and loneliness screams ...dark and perfectly penned

[Donni]

a portrait of what? That is the question that lured me to read this piece. The picture was a bit too disturbing for me- I may curse you later if I have nightmares. Damn my curiosity for licking on the small image of it to see what the pix was larger! If you were going for gory, disturbing and gruesome I would say you succeeded in Spades. (shivers) Donni