Vulnerable Poems
The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
......
Words
by Seebani Mahapatra
My words meant nothing
explained nothing
convinced nobody
scrutinized again and again
with an aching pain in the heart
moist eyes hidden with indifference
wearing layers of faces
only to hide the real
now unable to find the one
and searching for ways to express
......
The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
......
Words
by Seebani Mahapatra
My words meant nothing
explained nothing
convinced nobody
scrutinized again and again
with an aching pain in the heart
moist eyes hidden with indifference
wearing layers of faces
only to hide the real
now unable to find the one
and searching for ways to express
......
