Fire Juice

My mouth broils as he Ogre’s around
our apartment. Things,
things,
little things,
severely minuscule things
are everywhere,
out of place,
unclean.

His small feet stomp inflammation
into our feeble floors.
His small hands run away from
his body
to find me,
to strangle me!

I watch from underneath
couch cushions, where crumbs of
yesterday lay sullen until
they are found out later
and
sucked away by his mean vacuum cleaner.

He calls,
he calls me out…

angry laughter speeds from his
black callousness to
my eardrums. I hear them explode.

He stomps with plague.
He stomps to me. Ripping me from
haven, his touch ignites my mouth
filled with fire juice

and
all I can do is spit!

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About Maggie Mae

"I write because I must". I am a poet of dark imagery. I write what I feel and how I see the world at given moments. I love connecting with other writers and seeing life through their eyes, (in words). If you like what you find here, please check out my chapbook, Some Things Ache In The Dark. It is available @ http://writingknightspress.blogspot.com/2013/05/some-things-ache-in-dark-by-maggie-mae.html.

Posted on April 11, 2012, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.

  1. I enjoyed this, a wonderful read.

  2. i want to read this again, i had one image going on until the end and it changed…love how your poetry does that!

  3. lol… and now I’ll have something to occupy my mind as I try to drift off to sleep…. Thank you.

  4. Aww…poor kitty. Love the pov here. Too awesome. :)

    KC/KS

  5. I keep re-reading… the words convey such a sense of intrusion.

  6. fire juice? your angry words? alcohol?

  7. Beaurtiful pain? You sound in trouble or could use a friend? I loved the poetry but hated the suspect source. If you need help it’s a keystroke away!

  8. whistlersbrother

    powerfull

  9. very interesting poem. fabulously captured mood.

  10. amazing! you have raw talent!

  11. I live there most of the time.

  12. William Stadler

    Love it! I had to read it again, too. I was like: “Wow, didn’t see that coming.” nice.

  13. I’m a big fan of metaphors that speak louder than words, and many of yours (Ogre around, stomp inflammation) will talk in my memory for days.

  14. Puir wee kitty… “cruel it is how they pull our tails….”

  15. Thanks for the great site

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