tonight the streets are clean
enough for the traffic lights to change for no one
and i cannot help but wonder how your voice sounds in love
heart racing the indicator of a red sedan
bright enough to burn the flames cold
now we are in the same city again and last time you swore
that meant a second chance for us to make it right
but that was before you held her hand on the drive home
her body proving close enough to hear without speaking
how easily the pillow learns to memorise another skull
i crack open my chest and instead of a heart there is a car
sinking in a river with water flooding the shape of your name
there is drowning in every vein
but the breathlessness feels so familiar
when my body is on your receiving end
say the end of the road was always meant to drive like this
two copies of the same polaroid, one in a four-year landfill
the other pressed between lungs like a beating heart
because if it was always going to be like this
maybe i was never to blame
A beautiful analogy Melody, and a heart-wrenching tale of promises not kept! Powerful imagery tied together with palpable emotion. Well written!
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Thank you so much Brad! This means a lot x
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Absolutely captivating prose as cars plummet sink and take us on an emotional journey that has me responding to the post at 5:58 am! Beautiful and painful to consider ππβοΈ
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Wow! Glad you liked this. Thank you π
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Interesting one.
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So real and alive, the reader is standing alongside the poet, sharing her pain and uncertainty.
Wanting to help.
Gwen.
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Thank you Gwen! x
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Great poem! Reminds me of the song “Driver’s License” by Olivia Rodrigo π
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Hahahaha yes! Been absolutely loving that song lately π
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Beautifully put-together,
so tenderly told between such heart-tangled imagery.
What you are so very good at.
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Ahhh thank you!!! π
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Wow, powerful writing! This is my ‘fave pick’: “how easily the pillow learns to memorise another skull”
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Thanks Rene! Really appreciate this x
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You’re most welcome.
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how easily the pillow learns to memorise another skull…. beautiful line
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Thank you! Really glad you liked it π
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Excellent metaphor, Melody.
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Thank you LuAnne!! x
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Very nice verse… of events that really happen.
Art
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Thank you for this! βΊοΈ
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Melody, Just read One way street. Thank you for speaking so beautifully and bravely for me and for many. Elise
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Thank you so much for this Elise! π
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Really great writing, especially in and out of the emotional and physical realms.
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Thank you so much!
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So many wonderful lines in this poem. In addition to what was mentioned, I liked two copies of the same polaroid, one in a four-year landfill the other pressed between lungs like a beating heart.
I could feel your pain.
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Thank you! This is such a lovely comment π
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A big WOW: “how easily the pillow learns to memorise another skull”. And that third stanza was fresh and unexpected. Fantastic!
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Love this comment so much! π₯°π₯°
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Great. You’re welcome! π
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This feels exquisite beautiful to read
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Thank you Kally!!
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