Berries and Bullets

The night is thick with hot lead,
bullet dust. His empty pockets
strangle his hands that once were full
with pride.

Beer drips from his words, he buries his head six-feet deep in my lap. Catching the scent of love, he moves faster than tomorrow.

I laid out my arms,
and across the world to make it,
but his poison comes with the smallest gesture,

his lips against my back, a
hot cyanide whisper as he rises,
“I’m sorry.”

He throws on his shadow like an old jacket, hands back in his pockets.
5 a.m. I’m alone.
Face down in a puddle of his poison, I drown.

Tomorrow will catch up with me,
I’ll eat the sun for breakfast.
The earth will grow wild berries
and he will come to find me,

on a Hot Sunday,
melting lead
back into bullets,

he’ll spread my arms by my wrists, untangle my naked fists, furious at his abandon…

but, for him, I will lay across the world to make it,

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 @

Posted on July 28, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Magnificent Maggie Mae!

  2. Awesome, F’ing awesome

  3. wow

  4. very cool poem best ana

  5. Glad to see more of your work. Keep it coming.

  6. You are truly a wordsmith. Bravo.

  7. I think one of the things I enjoy most about your poems, Maggie, is that every one is so rich with sensory experiences – visceral and tangible and often disturbing in the best possible way.

  8. Such a powerful poem and very awesomely written.🙂’

    oh! before I forget please check out my new blog poem:

    I promise you that once you read it, you will trip out on your own dreams.🙂

  9. A Beautifully Dark poem🙂 U’ve gained a Fan🙂

  10. Hello.. CC (my mate) and I looked at this.. then I ‘saw’ it in context.. good poem;; if it is right in line with your life.. something known to me as a man.. hard when one’s own feelings come to block what is needed.. when what is loved is blocked by what is needed..
    Peace Tony

  11. Simply unreal, Maggie. Your poetry captures me, assaults me, mesmerizes me!!

  12. theminstrelscitadel

    If you hadn’t visited my blog I never would have known about yours. It is very cool thing to connect with other poets, and be inspired by them. You are fearless in laying it all out there, which makes your work powerful, and you are a wordsmith, as well. That seals it up nicely. Keep going.

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