Stefanie Fontker

Mea Culpa

You hang on my daisy-thumb,
Hooked onto my spider womb
And as these lips spit sunsets
Snow weeps from your mouth.

Arms of bark roaming - limply,
You swore a name upon a liar
With moonbeam grins of hope
These limbs are your concrete.

I've fallen in love with epitaphs
And it is now I know, it's better
Not to be born with pale wings
Living in a heart caught on fire.

Dabbed onto blushed laughter
And sunk with promises of red
As love grows cold around me,
I will be death - a prettier thing.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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Comments about Mea Culpa by Stefanie Fontker

  • Ricky Bingenheimer (3/6/2014 5:44:00 PM)

    lost on time is that of which falls our words, you're writing is ever impressive ma'lady

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  • Stan Petrovich (11/16/2012 3:07:00 AM)

    This is one of your finest - a real eyepopper.

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