Aftermath

Aftermath

A Poem by Shelly Braen
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When love's flame burns out.

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You left a blizzard in my heart,

I spin out of control in your wake,

I feel the cold burn,

Like a fly in your wine glass,

I asphyxiate on your spirits,

Like a notorious serial killer,

Your trail left behind,

Caught you, caught you, caught you,

You leave me curling in the bath tub,

Surrounded by candles,

like a child in the womb,

In the kingdom of sighs,

I twist and turn,

choking on tears,

And eating the flowers from my garden,

Just to put something beautiful inside,

I prick myself on the pin,

To remind myself to feel,

I burn myself on the iron,

To numb myself,

I sit in the dark,

To remember to see,

And drink poison,

To have a chance,

To fight for my life,

I stare at your books,

Examining for fingerprints,

To be able to hold your hand again,

I scream out across the city,

So that you might hear,

The broken glass in my throat,

I’ll drink it down with rubbing alcohol,

And taste the sweet toxins,

Wilting the blue bell inside,

And I’ll eat the ashes,

Of the memories you left behind,

With red nail polish,

And claw myself to sleep.

© 2010 Shelly Braen


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Wow what a heart wrenching piece. I could relate to the monumental sadness that you have buried in your explicitly implicit lines. I love, love, loved this poem so much. This has the true poetic burn in it..All the images you have put together and meshed in are so outstanding. I feel bad because i am not doing a good job explaining how i felt. IT was AWESOME.

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Wow what a heart wrenching piece. I could relate to the monumental sadness that you have buried in your explicitly implicit lines. I love, love, loved this poem so much. This has the true poetic burn in it..All the images you have put together and meshed in are so outstanding. I feel bad because i am not doing a good job explaining how i felt. IT was AWESOME.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, penetrating write!
Intense language throughout the poem. The imagery you create here is outstanding.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Greeeeeeeat Piece!
Just love it
Tragical for sure
I hope you feel better now
Best wishes
Peace!

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. you're a phenomenal talent ... an incredibly sensitive poet who is skilled in the use of the english language ... brilliantly written, dear poet ... heartbreaking ...

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Oh how we see young love so different from midlife .In youth all is a blur depth of intention is always deeper than reality.Leaving us always unfed unhappy un satisfied I wonder if that is what nature intended

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WOW this is so good i love how it ends and i think everyone has gone through something they think devistating but when you really get fucked around there is no explination for the hurt and you managed to pen it perfectly well done

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My pen name is Shelly Braen, I'm twenty five years old. I love Books, Writing, Art, Music, Playing the Piano, and Photography. Favorite Photographer: Robert Mapplethorpe Favorite Painter: Gustave .. more..

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