I am drifting on deep histories
salty seas. She is talking to me.
We are throat cancer. We are worms meat.
My shoulders shrink to nothing.
She dangles from a bouquet of rage,
a hanging body of scarlet. I am her alcoholic
mother. The sky is raining the sea.
She speaks sores at me,
deep reasoning in gray color panties.
I carry her like old luggage, then
scream at the dog to shut it.
Today was just a dream.
I sweat with the sun on chalky concrete.
She kisses poison like it’s fruit.
Then lays back and licks me.
I play her like a handshake.
The weights are on my ankles.
She burns like radiation while I beg to control it.
I buy my spirit off the market.
She twists the lid off a bottle.
We make love on top of rockets.
She slips through cracks in the surface.
I don’t know how to ignore this.
She draws me like I’m crystal. I’m her silverware and dishes.
I’ve eaten for the last time. Her body is infected.
I pour her in a glass to swallow.
She spits me out and kicks me like a habit.
I die across the oceans.
The water is bad tempered.
She shoots whispers like a bullet.
I’m an empty trigger. I bury her
in the desert. She skins me like a rabbit.
I’m a blue shirt in her sewer,
drifting to sleep on deep history.
My coffin is a boiler. She won’t even haunt me.
My body is dead to her.
She will not stop talking,
but she stopped talking to me.
I loved this piece Maggie.
The first line is so powerful.
For me, this is almost summarised in the line ‘I’m an empty trigger.’
A wonderful write, Maggie.
How long ’til the book? (so excited) 🙂
🙂 I’m an empty trigger… God, that feeling, huh?!
Thanks so much Polly!!
I actually thought it would be up by today, but the publisher hasn’t contacted me yet. Hopefully this week, fingers crossed!! 🙂
Incredibly stark piece. I really like your style of writing. This is excellent and worth re-reading.
Maggie, this is so wonderfully dark & raw! To me, it reads like a wound that will never cease oozing. Absolutely love it!
Oh my word!!!! That’s gorgeous!
Alcoholism is a bitch, and you describe it well. Thank you.
Your writing and imagery is powerful, dark, and fetid, like turning over a rock with your toe and seeing the grotesque underbelly of life. It packs a wallop. You are gifted.
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Thank you for reposting!!!