a__pott

Love and Her Ivory Tusks

Tearing through the walls I built in spite
With my own two hands, I crawled away from the site.

Her ivory tusks pulled me up from the ground
to pick me up and throw me back down.

Silk tongues of soft memories in my mind
Only for cold teeth to be so unkind.

The minute she’s there when the moment is gone,
she doesn’t leave and it just feels wrong.

Her good intentions
with perceived preventions
have brief detentions.

The tusks of heartbreak and the eyes of compassion
Build up the beast we all tend to imagine.

Comments1

  • Nicholas Browning

    Last line is awesome! I dare say, a fine write and a good read.

    • a__pott

      Thank you so much Nicholas, I'm thrilled to see that the metaphor was well accepted! I think we can all agree love and the pain it causes can most definitely be defined as a beast. Thanks for the kind words!



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