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Click hereI bit the inside of my cheek
when she told me about the birds
and bees. I had cotton candy
stuck in pre-molars and tasted blood.
She told me about the birds
and bees. It was like
a pedal steel guitar's last note
sliding a razor down my spine, ending
in 'why now?' I faked clueless well,
staring at the waves.
They were white-capped cutting
the shoreline. And the metaphor
wasn't lost to me, it filleted my feet
as I kicked off flip-flops in the sand, running.
The ocean spray stung my eyes and I cried,
not because of the salt
but how she pretended to be
my mother. Where was she
when I needed her? Not there,
Not then. Now, when it was
way too late. She'd never know.
It almost feels like it gets more desperate towards the end, more choppy. I had to read it a few times out loud to really catch the beauty it.
in particular:
a pedal steel guitar's last note
sliding a razor down my spine
And the metaphor
wasn't lost to me, it filleted my feet
as I kicked off flip-flops in the sand, running
also the contrast between the cotton-candy and blood, what each suggest, works very well.
i'm really enjoying reading you.