Kyle Shield Laster

Rookie - 171 Points (July 18,1991)

The Skeletonette In The Closet - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

In the middle of my tomb
He appears.
I'd banished him...
I resurrect from my flooded coffin
Hell bent on
Forgiving, but-
My infant heart shatters as I realize
For the hundredth time that-

Like prisms held up to sunlight
Tears, too, can play cruel tricks at night.

So, as my heart miscarries
For the hundredth time,
I stiffen as I remember-
My lack of you-
Need of you,
But even though you're Church Bells
Away from me
You won't again grant me peace
Or pleasure at night-

For I know you're warming up her thighs.
I know you're warming up her thighs.

Topic(s) of this poem: lost love, lovers

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, January 5, 2018

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