I steal glances at the man
with the stubble sitting
across me. He's studying me carefully.
It has been almost an hour since
he killed her in my mind; and now,
as if regretting his action, fearful
of my reaction, he waits.
I am praying for a thousand things:
for him to leave being the first.
And when he finally does,
I feel the weights shift.
I close the door behind his back.
I am a spectator, looking
at myself from the ceiling,
from a devil's view. My heart is a spring
bursting into rivulets and lakes;
my body, a filled vessel, tipped over
so its contents now flow out
until the springs dry up
and it has nothing more to hold.
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PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Got the news yesterday...It's funny, cuz this also marks the 100th poem i have ever written
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Sad and chilling it speaks to so many emotions. Relation to both it is evident where loyalty lies. Mind's interpretations and a judge with narrow vision, seeing the world with blinders on both eyes. One can not judge until one can see all sides yet we can not. The line in the poem "in my mind" sets it in perspective. There is lack of communication and in the silence a verdict is given, sentencing complete the accused and arising before the court accepts the sentence walking out the door. The question remains is the leaving in guilt or defiance and his vision no better than yours just from a different perspective. Well written
Thank you for such a sharp reading. You’re right that the 'blinders' are on; I know the man had no bad intention, but I just couldn't help but think in those few, heavy moments: why did he have to tell me? It is most definitely wrong to judge, but grief is... idk i think i experienced it for the first time yesterday and am still processing.
You are most welcome I am sorry for your loss but don't make it two losses
Sorry for your loss
Thank you for the read
My friend, “he killed her in my mind”…that line locks everything in place. It reframes the whole interaction into something psychological and immediate. That stays. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for your words and the fave!
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