I made a joke
of pretending to be injured
when actually I was only transparent
the light shining through me
revealing the unforgiving truth;
“you can be better”
but with his latex-clad hands wriggling against my uterine wall
it is so hard to stay anesthetized
all I can do is hold my breath
and pray for release
the source of my problem was an overactive imagination
he swore to remove carefully
“Everything must be kept sterile” he said
while using a rusty pair of pliers
to extract the last pieces of woman from me
It shouldn’t have been me
I cry into the piercing light of the fluorescent
I only wished to be reborn as a more complex being
freed from the prison of fertility and lust
this kind of love
that will leave you naked and ripped open
in a cheap motel bed at 5 in the morning
His are hands that take and take
and I’m the giver that produces
the weeping mother of aborted dreams
I don’t want to sleep with a meat cleaver tucked in between my thighs
and wake up just in time for the slaughter
Am I too alive for you,
my aseptic lover?
Will you need me sedated,
a twitching sack of flesh underneath your blackened fingers?
It doesn’t matter that I’m dreaming of someone else
Blood gushing from mutilated genitals,
my eyes go dim as you pull the mask over my nose
(sooner or later I’ll have to breathe)
[Malicia Frost, or Henna, is a hobbyist writer and an aspiring novelist from Finland. She enjoys surrealism, sci-fi and horror, and her works often deal with mental illness. More of her works can be found at her personal blog.]
Hit me like a bullet!
LikeLike
I think I’ve already commented.
That first stanza “I made a joke about being injured but I was only transparent”… too perfect.
But then the rest of the poem happened and made the beginning look simple and blank.
LikeLike
thank YOU for believing in me and pushing me! thank you for communion your Brilliance with us.
LikeLike
Very good.
LikeLike
Wow. I can’t say I’m surprised. Your work has been so amazing in the past. You are a stunning writer. Thank you for sharing your Brilliance with us. Jasper
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Jasper. It’s always an honor to receive your response. Thank YOU for believing in me and pushing me! Thank you.
LikeLike
“The pleasure and privilege is mine.”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Goddamnit you are a genius. Brilliant.
LikeLiked by 1 person
WTF happened here?
LikeLiked by 2 people
Awhg thank you so much dear, sweet sister. I’m so glad you liked it. ❤
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Malicia's Malebolge and commented:
After a long silence on the poetry front, here’s my newest work submitted to Sudden Denouement collective! I’m quite proud of this blood-dripping piece. Read if it evokes your interest!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Wonder comic effect put to dramatic purposes. Love it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, I’m glad you liked it!
LikeLike
Wow! Amazing!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you so much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome!
LikeLike
Holy Hot Damn Henna!! This is brutal! Sheer angry brilliance.
LikeLiked by 3 people
Agreed!!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Haha! Aw, thank you, my friend. Brutal and holy hot damn is what I aim for!
LikeLiked by 1 person
and you so achieved it dear one!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Henna gets my blood rushing. ❤
LikeLiked by 3 people
I’m glad! Thank you dear for the kind words and for stopping by! ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome! I love your work. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Vissurreal, disturbing yet darkly erotic. I’m both in love with and disturbed by your work Henna.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you for your tremendous support and kindness, I much appreciate your words. Oh and good, if no one found my work disturbing I would be a tad disappointed! Thank you!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Henna you’re most welcome. I am in awe of your seemless gift for creating a delirious delicious abyss in my mind.
You are wickedly talented.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t even know how to respond to such a beautiful comment. Thank you. ❤ Oh and I read your renewed piece on your page, and I'm blown away. Would you be okay with it if I shared it on my blog at some point, along with a response? I feel like I want to acknowledge it properly. It's by far the most beautiful thing anyone's ever written for me.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Henna, I’d be honoured!! From a writer of your talent? Yes, yes, yes! ❤
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Dances with Tricksters and commented:
Pure brilliance.
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thank you for the kindness and the reblog! ❤
LikeLike
sedated indeed
LikeLiked by 1 person
To the bone.
LikeLike
Spectacular!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you, dear!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You never cease to awe me with the visceral punch you can conjure out of mere words. The images seared on the back of my eyeballs, acid etch of the letters on my skin, my heart pounding hard. “I don’t want to sleep with a meat cleaver tucked in between my thighs/and wake up just in time for the slaughter” Damn.
LikeLiked by 2 people
My dear friend, I’m always astounded by your support. Thank you so much for the kindness and for reblogging this! I was quite fond of the slaughter line myself, too. Teheh. And wow, the imagery of your comment has the quality of a poem in itself! Such a pleasure to read. ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Every time I read your writing I think to myself, “Damn, she’s good!” This was brilliantly visceral dear Henna– happy to share.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aw, thank you. It means the world.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Blood Into Ink and commented:
Another punch to the gut followed by a kick to the head from Malicia Frost (Henna)
LikeLiked by 1 person