She grabs me by the shoulder
and shakes me up,
to make sweet music
from the clatter of teeth.
Her claws leave bruises,
maps of despair,
that spread, sprawl, stain
across the dark continent that is my body.
Hair ripped out, lips split open,
fingers clenched
into fists of desperation,
I claw back
at her sneering mouth,
foaming bile burning my feet,
devouring my spirit
and what’s left of my resolve.
Life and I, we were once fast friends.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Oh dear, oh dear
What violence here
Resolves do break
But, for pity’s sake
Don’t put the friendship out of gear!
Brilliant play of words! By far, the best I`ve read in a long while.I can so relate to this, OJ.. Way to go, Gal! 🙂
phew- I’m all shook up OJ, reading that.
Yes, at times she’s a real creep, isn’t she?
Aunty G: We’re done. It’s OVER. 😡
Piper: You liked it? I always get complaints about how morbid my writing is. 😥
Dipali: She is, Elvis. 😉
Ouch!
I loved it…pbly because I so relate to it. I have wanned to do similar posts on life(mine). Tuns out I cant! I wouldnt ever be able to express the sentiments as brilliantly as You have. Do you mind if I link this post to something I`ve been writing?
Rajni: Yes, that too. 😦
Piper: Feel free. 🙂
Heeey, when did YOU get to WP? And how come I didn’t know? Great to see you back on blogging, now am off on a reading spree 😀
Suki: You didn’t know because you didn’t ever let me know you knew about my existence. Now that you’ve piped up, welcome. 🙂
She’s always a woman to me.
Dadoji: Touche. 😀