“Violent twists . . . misshapen personality.”

 

Pointed
toenails that rip.

Holes
that leave my feet cold.

Frayed
cloth

Ragged
edges

Patience
worn thin.

 

Twisting
words and dirty looks like

Buttons
fumbled that finally tumble to the street.

 

Seams
giving out.

Tender
stitches of promises and vows

Pulled
thin with screams,

Demands
and manipulations

Ripping
us into pieces.

 

Heels
of the socks melt away

Rubbing
away the tiny threads of friendship

Dissolving
from distraction,

Pouting,
jealousy and silence.

 

Knife
of drunkenness

Blade
of fierce sarcasm

Scissors
of errant wild waving

Poking
holes into the wool

Catching
silk on the jagged edges of ego.

 

Raging
against authority by ripping the label off–

Walking
around with a gaping hole in a cashmere sweater–

A
badge of irrational arrogance.

 

Names
upon

Names
upon

Names
upon

Names:

 

Tattered
scattered shreds of my unraveled self.

ktk 2007