Tears in a Wine Glass

Joshua Harrison

Standing over the kitchen sink,


Dirt clinging to my fingers like nearly forgotten sins:


Creeping under my nails,


Like memories desperate to stay within me.


There's no room under my skin,


Ever since you invaded me.


You entered through enchanted eyes,


Then a whisper, then a kiss.


Those red knives with which I danced,


And listened to the stream of lies pouring from the valley of their peaks.


Who knew honest eyes could be lies themselves?


I need an exorcist,

I need a surgeon,


Just let me give birth to this monster you concieved inside of me.


I feel it's constriction upon my heart,


I feel it's thumping laughter in my head.


So water cleanse me, 


Wash away the evidence of my pain.


I understand the scars will never heal


But at least they are internal.


I would wake in her bed of nails and smile despite my pain,


For even a coffin cradling her beauty,


Still looks inviting.


So water, my counsel,


Water, my witness,


Cleanse the evidence,


Wash away the dirt,


While I take care of the body.

  • Author: Joshua Harrison (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2017 12:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Yes it's about murder, as a result it doesn't rhyme, didn't want to trivialise my feelings just to make it flow better.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 27
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  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    Dark love eh woah. Strong and sarcastic in awesome freeverse rhythm and meter. Kudos.
    U r most welcome to review my latest poem too. Pleeez do. I



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