Dirty Words

The ghosts are becoming countless.
I could name them, but that wouldn’t do any good. I try
to hide from them, but they always find me; under piles of blankets
on my bed when I’m turning in for the night, through the music
playing on the radio when I drive
my car around town,
in the eyes of an ex-lover who looks at me as if he
wants to rip my teeth out with
pliers.

The ghosts sit with me in every silent moment. They whisper
to me and giggle. They know that the escape
isn’t working out as planned. One of them gouges at my eyes. It wants blindness
to suck me deep inside myself so that I have
no way to try to hide.

When I sit, to write these sick stories, I am so engrossed with
fear that the words refuse to fall from the ink of the pen. They climb through, to the
top of the pen and right back into my hand. Dirty, filthy little words climb up my arms and through
each little nook in my soul and back to the dark, screaming corners of my
mind.

Each letter stopping by my conscience to scream obscenities before settling in comfortably.

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20 thoughts on “Dirty Words

  1. Thank you so much for following me.
    Your words here are haunting and powerful. This is my favorite line:

    “The ghosts sit with me in every silent moment. They whisper
    to me and giggle. They know that the escape
    isn’t working out as planned. One of them gouges at my eyes. It wants blindness
    to suck me deep inside myself so that I have
    no way to try to hide.”

  2. I like the way you write, but what i like most is the way it leaves me wondering if i am understanding what you are saying, before finally settling for a simple understanding of my own…but in all, it makes me see that nearly all we do comes back to hunt us…even the good stuff.

  3. You are such a wonderful storyteller. There is a real ‘essence’ in your poetry that runs through it like a thread. You say on your About page that it is sometimes dark, but hopeful… and I concur with this – this is exactly how I find your work; I just want to keep reading. 🙂

  4. Whoa! can one who truely sees themself ever relate to this!
    Thank you for sharing your openess, it is a feeling of real
    I love this…I can relate LOLs
    “”The ghosts sit with me in every silent moment. They whisper
    to me and giggle. They know that the escape
    isn’t working out as planned.””

    thank you for stopping by my blog, I appreciate the gesture

    Take Care…
    Keep writing

    )0(
    maryrose

  5. You are gonna think this is weird. Two people, very influential in my life, were named Maggie Mae. Both are deceased, but still a part of who I am (or think I am). I’m pleased you liked today’s post and that you chose to follow my blog. I will do my best to give you something to smile & think about each time you visit.

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