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Blurry Thursday

Posted on December 27, 2012 by Maggie Mae

I woke up stained this morning,
dripping off last night’s polish.
My black eyes watched
him cover his tattoos,
blurry Thursday.

He left early and I wrung myself out.
My senses were in shock and I drifted
away with them, deep into
his shadow. He isn’t coming back.

15 thoughts on “Blurry Thursday”

ericmvogt on December 27, 2012 at 9:31 pm said:

Maggie, you didn’t stop this one heart from breaking with this poem. But it was a masterpiece… 🙂 Eric

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Malcolm Miller on December 28, 2012 at 1:09 am said:

Your tags are all ones I use. Maybe we have something in common.

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- Maggie Mae on December 28, 2012 at 1:10 am said:
  
  Perhaps we do.
  
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writingthebody on December 28, 2012 at 7:28 am said:

Evocative, good..thanks

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the_tovarysh_connection on December 28, 2012 at 4:45 pm said:

I am amazed at how much emotion you can pack into so few words. Your poetry is truly a piece of visual art.

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Carl on December 28, 2012 at 9:16 pm said:

Powerful piece. I enjoyed it, but I was brought into a deep place.

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Ellen Bowers on December 28, 2012 at 10:57 pm said:

Your way with words is astonishing.

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Adrian LUKA on December 29, 2012 at 1:07 am said:

Nothing wrong
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If you want to have just love, here you are:

As sleeping with a man that you never knew before,
It is the right punishment that everyone deserves,
“No, no man, forget the second chance,
And, don’t ever come back to her.”

als55

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als55 on December 29, 2012 at 1:09 am said:

Nothing wrong ==========

If you want to have just sex, here you are:

As sleeping with a man that you never knew before, It is the right punishment that everyone deserves, “No, no man, forget the second chance, And, don’t ever come back to her.” als55 als55

>________________________________ > From: maggiemaeijustsaythis >To: lukaadrian@yahoo.com.au >Sent: Friday, 28 December 2012 1:25 PM >Subject: [New post] Blurry Thursday > > > WordPress.com >Maggie Mae posted: “I woke up stained this morning, dripping off last night’s polish. My black eyes watched him cover his tattoos, blurry Thursday. He left early and I wrung myself out. My senses were in shock and I drifted away with them, deep into his shadow. H” >

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Immanuell Domunge on December 30, 2012 at 7:40 pm said:

Sad poem. Bad guy.

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butimbeautiful on January 3, 2013 at 6:01 am said:

That’s very good. I like the ‘I woke up stained’. It reminds me of that song that begins ‘Stained sheets..’ but it has a much less victim-ish tone.

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Le Flore Inc. on January 4, 2013 at 3:05 pm said:

Stained is a word that really sticks for me. What can be deeper than something that can’t be removed. And all the other comments just keep me thinking really liked this here

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ramblingsofabipolarwoman on January 4, 2013 at 7:08 pm said:

Perhaps it is good that he isn’t coming back? I am left contemplative after reading this, very much enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

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Allen-Skipper-Howlett on January 6, 2013 at 10:57 pm said:

Wow. Right between my eyes and straight to the heart

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