Friday, April 22, 2011

Aborticided Breathe

This poem will be published in a literary magazine called Crescendo City at the end of this month. This will be my second literary publication (the first: "Gentle is His Love" published in the North Country Literary magazine in 2008). Most of my poetry is confessional (for those who aren't familiar with the term, think: Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, and Robert Lowell.), touching subjects from deep-seated despair, sexual failure, self-laceration, and abortion (in the very nature of the word itself).  "Aborticided Breathe" was created during the summer of 2010 at one of my lowest points in life. Much of the poem is voyeuristic, and invading as the life I believe I feel punctuated by a simple emotion--hopelessness.

And now: "Aborticided Breathe" By Andy M.


Bitterness in my mouth the moment I wake,
The next several hours I curse the day
constantly warring repeat. Repeat.

Will supports my weight in the scalding. Repeat.
To feel, opening the cabinet, both patient and physician. Go. Ingest. Repeat.

Half dead rattling in my mind-cage, the empty air fills my bones.
Thought: repeat. Indulge
Despair. Thought: repeat.
I’m ill-equipped for rest. But mine it is
to feel

Pregnant practicing the art of hurting--miscarry, repeat.
Dusks are my features bleeding. Holding a mirror over my shoulder
Eager to find myself in the eyes of stranger bodies.
This youth dismembered--decaying--haunts me. Repeat, until night comes, and
the fatigue.

Any  fault you find invisibly lonely in bed, lie
between ghosts reducing me to
symptoms of a failing mind.

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