Up To Down
Should we climb the wall grasping
with blind fingers and toes for love
cracks clinging to sweetness
turned to dust in our
moldy mouths
Should we drag our anger and our
blue acquiescence, bloodied, over
a cat tongue rack for misplaced hope
cooled to lifeless ash
Or should you go your way
and I'll go mine spraying splats of
graffiti bile and trailing yellow streaks
behind us
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"a cat tongue rack for misplaced hope" — love the rhythm of this.
Go ahead. Climb the wall. What's a little blood? *
Marvelous lines -
"Should we drag our anger and our
blue acquiescence, bloodied, over
a cat tongue rack for misplaced hope"
Good writing, Charlotte.
Great intensity.
Thanks J.A., Jake, Sam and Gary. I appreciate the read and input!
Agree with Gary. You're very good at making incredibly abstract imagery concrete.*
Amanda, thanks. What a great compliment!
I think this deserves another fav.
Thanks, SDR.