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like a wet and beaded trickle of sap across my wrist: that's how I found out
that your child died, and I've never known you. photo by photo and
lines and poems, with every flick of a phrase my breath was stuttering, I'd seen it
before, I just hadn't know it was you and i'm sorry because your baby
my skin began to sting, my face. I wanted to pound my fists against the screen. I don't know
you but I love you, what happened, what happened, did she die before she woke
I don't want to hear her screaming.
and not you—not you—not your tears and saliva and the tacky blood under your nails, clawing out
your hair, thrashing, being held,
the keening wails breaking hollow like the tide on shores of linoleum flooring that smells like plastic
and dust and mildew, curling edges.
when you husband cried, were you silent to his soft shudders? it's funny how grief dulls the senses,
but I am a stranger and angry and it hurts, I want to take your hand. it's not fair.
months ago I saw the colored pixels of your swollen belly, and I
did not know you, but I so wanted you to be happy. I don't think I'll ever have the words or strength to
give you this. please don't kill yourself.
that your child died, and I've never known you. photo by photo and
lines and poems, with every flick of a phrase my breath was stuttering, I'd seen it
before, I just hadn't know it was you and i'm sorry because your baby
my skin began to sting, my face. I wanted to pound my fists against the screen. I don't know
you but I love you, what happened, what happened, did she die before she woke
I don't want to hear her screaming.
and not you—not you—not your tears and saliva and the tacky blood under your nails, clawing out
your hair, thrashing, being held,
the keening wails breaking hollow like the tide on shores of linoleum flooring that smells like plastic
and dust and mildew, curling edges.
when you husband cried, were you silent to his soft shudders? it's funny how grief dulls the senses,
but I am a stranger and angry and it hurts, I want to take your hand. it's not fair.
months ago I saw the colored pixels of your swollen belly, and I
did not know you, but I so wanted you to be happy. I don't think I'll ever have the words or strength to
give you this. please don't kill yourself.
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Under orders of my therapist I'm not supposed to be writing this week (stress, brain fried, alksdjfaas, and I want to throw my relations out a window) but then ended up doing this today. Because I had to. It's for a person I've never talked to and the likelihood of her coming across this is one in a very large number, and I'm okay with that. There some sorts of pain that make you so angry and grieved that it blows right past any distance people have between them. I guess this was one of those times for me. I do hope this person knows that they are loved.
Question for you enlightened people: line five, should I clarify that it's a laptop screen, or is it fine without whatever word(s) that would take? I don't want to futz with it, I like the flow there well enough as it is. thoughts?
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Copyright 2012 JT Leonard. All rights reserved.
Under orders of my therapist I'm not supposed to be writing this week (stress, brain fried, alksdjfaas, and I want to throw my relations out a window) but then ended up doing this today. Because I had to. It's for a person I've never talked to and the likelihood of her coming across this is one in a very large number, and I'm okay with that. There some sorts of pain that make you so angry and grieved that it blows right past any distance people have between them. I guess this was one of those times for me. I do hope this person knows that they are loved.
Question for you enlightened people: line five, should I clarify that it's a laptop screen, or is it fine without whatever word(s) that would take? I don't want to futz with it, I like the flow there well enough as it is. thoughts?
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Copyright 2012 JT Leonard. All rights reserved.
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Overall
Vision Originality Technique ImpactWow. O.O Just wow. This really blew me away. I adore the structure that you chose here, and as always your accute descriptions of human reactions and emotions that go far beyond the simple "I feel sad" and get into the reality of how we truly feel... it all breaks the heart, in a good way. I have always appreciated the "train of thought" feel to your poems. They feel very natural and very human. Also, I would leave "screen" the way it is <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="
" title=" (Smile)"/> Everything here is very subtle and poetic and I'm afraid that saying "laptop screen" would interrupt that.Another thing I love about this is the way it is very easy to tell what the poem is about, even though it is still very... I guess the word is abstract.
All in all, well done. <3