She carries within her belly

She carries within her belly

   the heavydark child of

               loneliness

    it is swollen & stretching

      out its limbs and she

nurtures it with the

   shadows around her.

She clothes herself in dark ice

        to hide her turbid form.

 

Eventually she is too filled with it to

           eat, or read, or think.

Its thorny feet are pressing into

    her lungs.

 

She knows she needs to open herself up or

              it will crush her

so she smokes & it recedes

       a little at the imagined camaraderie

           with other deathseekers.

But it comes back.

 

She cuts herself open with a piercing

               to bleed out the poison

               to starve her too-large child.

The needle goes in and

 

      it is her first day as an open wound.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the metaphor here so so good..

enthralling piece, so creatively worded...

one of the best poems i have read on here ...

jacob

[Emily B]

the heavydark child howls in pain and i try to reach her, to comfort her, i cut myself open but never scratch the heavydark child, she has seen too much pain already

[Diana]

There is something eerie, yet, intriguing, about the notion of loneliness represented as a malformed baby growing within oneself. I enjoyed the complexities of your work...