fictitiously real run-on

fictitiously real run-on

you have a gruesome beauty

fair skin, unfair heart

you lay waste to those who love you

your sky falls upon them

creating false dimensions

of drenched vision

weather beaten dreams

your effervescent eyes pierce through walls

they fall down

like the men you level with your

twisted betrayals

as you carelessly comma-splice

your life together

with theirs

rocky trust crumbles

into bleached stone

you whitewash the truth

into your truth

constantly averting a life sentence---

i thought about writing you into a poem

but you're not worth words

a semi-colon

or a period

of attention

and there is a gruesome beauty

in that.

erin-cilberto

11/25/17

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

You did write her into a poem and there was "gruesome beauty in that."
One stark portrait of a heartless vixen.
Hung with her, myself, for a while--far too long a while.
Outstanding poetry!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some people are just users...and like Bill Withers sang..."you just keep on using me, until you use me up"

thank you, Jimmy.

j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Such hurt can never be hidden behind the salvation of dissociation. That is a mere delusion as we struggle to make sense of how someone who meant so much to us could fool us so completely.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, John.
j.

[Neville]

These words must be read slowly and savoured, for they are fine words indeed and the message they deliver hits home in a no punches pulled manner to leave us gasping..... and there is a gruesome beauty in that..........N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Neville,
j.

[.]

Wow! Tense and defiant!

I think all of us can relate to your words in this piece; male or female. Most all of us have had our experiences with such people; those who come into our vision as an epitome of beauty and affection, yet leave it in time fully revealed....gruesome and coldhearted to the core. We are shattered and left in pain and soon wonder what on earth did we see in them in the first place. Only then do we truly realise that they were not worth our time.

This is quite a defiant write and tinged with the anger, pain and sadness of true experience.

Boldly written and exceptionally executed, as always.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Doodley,
j.