Split Open, cadaver
Bloodhound scent trail Electromagnetic failure Tingling, coursing into deep veins A throb so deep it dehydrates by sucking Ambitious adventure full of viscosity, No energy Lapping the pool of sick Feeling weary and barbed Dying alone No reaching out Hidden destiny of unknown origin I lay here Imagining It all © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
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Hand over fist To the tip of the bat Game now won © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. I could kidnap you
Keep you safe from all harm I could sing for you And make my heart bleed I could lie for you And it would all be changed I could cry for you So rivers would flood again I could meld with you Keeping you tight in my arms I could wait with you As the trauma lets loose © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Sometimes I dream about you,
even though it's been years When I remember my dreams, it makes me wonder did you see the woman change? I remember we had good times before he forced me into a literal corner And a few months later your BFF ratted me out, then humiliated and tortured me for years simply for enjoyment But it was nice to see you as you were, like Rose saw Jack After all, I loved you Did you see the movie stars come out? Did you see he executives and actors' Fall? What do you think now, Considering it all? © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. My daughter drew on this page
And I thought it was sweet She wants to be like Mommy Our artist in residence © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. |
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