Anita Magdalena

Anita Magdalena

Saturday, 27 July 2013

Muddy Words

I saw no beast

hiding in your eyes
in the beginning 

I guess when it growled 
in the pits of your soul 
you silenced it with 
unending charm and charisma 
I watched your smile 
slide up the arm of many females 
your veil slowly slipping 
in front of my awareness 
I guess your forgetfulness 
of my existence at times 
was my moment to reflect 
in the pool 
of the man behind the mask 
and I wanted your bones 
to splinter every time 
they kissed me 
with the anger you threw 
when you stopped trying 
to hide your ugly 
you were deserving of all 
the hate that swam in my veins 
my dirt streaked face 
from the touch 
of your muddy words 
was too much to surrender 
and my gut thundered silently 
you stole my sun 
and breathed your poison 
on the flowers that blew 
through my soul 
in uplifting fragrances 
like dark corridors left 
on the inside of my very essence 
long gone 
I am claiming back all of me 
but whenever I see 
a glimmer of a sliding smile 
I look for muddy words 
some times ghosts like to haunt...... 

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