crack open this poem,
smash it to quivering bits,
burn its words,
drown its perfidious voice;
see how it cries,
while my dreamless eyes pray dry,
how its tongue contorts, bones
wrapped around its faceless head;
your
surrogate silence
twisted black
into soulful lies.
THOUGHT PURGE 
Unexpected and arresting.
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Thanks Rosemary.
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Makes me want to rise to the challenge.
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Way back when i lost my
soul.. there were those
who said my words
were eloquent
and full
of feelings..
how opaque
that window was
into the eYes of soULs
who could still see and
feel the SpiRit in only
empty sheLLs of
words oF i..
left of
HeART..
GRowN CoLd
from dead sea
Black Hole Soul..
sure.. a logical memory
of vehicles and vessels
that housed the essence
of my humanity and.. lesSon
for the rest of my eternity now..
Essence is what counts over Form..:)
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Thanks Katie.
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Thank you..
My FriEnd..:)
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this is beautiful – the sound, the emotion. well done.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Very visceral piece. That “smash it to quivering bits” is quite the powerful line!
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Thank you Bryan.
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This is fierce…in a good way. I do believe that silence can be equivalent to lies.
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Thank you Mish.
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I do like the opening up of the poem, the exposing of our words at times. Much to think about in this poem.
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Thank you 😀
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Ooh.. this gave me a thought to ponder. Hmm..
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Glad it did 😀
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Deliciously dark and enticing ❤
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Thanks Sanaa 😊
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Those opening lines are so powerful, as it the image of struggling with the perfidious poem.
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Thanks so much Kim.
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such wonderful words rise even while dreamless eyes pray dry 🙂
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Thank you Sumana.
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Don’t those words betray us, never quite there when we need them, all lies? A poem which can be interpreted in multiple ways, a darker tone there than one might expect from the prompt.
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Thanks Marina 😊
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Oh, I love a poem noir! Excellent, Thot. Delicious chills.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Like walnuts under a sledgehammer seeking the meat and finding a husk drained by insects. A strident and unapologetic tribute to the power of words.
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Thanks so much Brian. Much appreciated.
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Oh.My.
This is fantastic. Just a powerful punch of words.
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Thanks so much.
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You made me look up a word — perfidious — so bravo!
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Thank you 😊
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Oh this is so good, thot. There are times when we have such a love-hate relationship with our poetry. Dreamless eyes pray dry–yep.
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Thanks Victoria.
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i do like this… a poem almost like a betrayer of sorts… great work to crack open this prompt.
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Thanks Bjorn.
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