C.R. Ebowski

Rookie (Living in my reality / Dying in the world)

The Last Night - Poem by C.R. Ebowski

A dark red liquid drips
Off of my swollen lips
Coming from flesh that tore
Forming a puddle on the floor

Hand prints etched into skin
Bruising my muscle within
Till there is no more a body can take
It is then the bone will break

My legs quiver to gather strength
Supporting my body’s length
I raise my head with all my might
Spitting in his face just for spite

Images fade in and out of the light
Merging memories with tonight
Again I descend to the ground
Forming an eerie resonating sound

A dark red liquid drips
Off of my swollen lips
Coming from flesh that tore
As my lifeless body lies on the floor

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Comments about The Last Night by C.R. Ebowski

  • Rookie Tony Fiona (2/28/2007 11:59:00 AM)

    deep hard evocotive and spellbinding.
    difficult to read because it forces one to feel.
    good work as well as all of the latest. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 19, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 20, 2011


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