Exhaust Fumes

Sad

Shadows on the living room curtains

Felt that way before, both the shadow and the person looking back

Nice writing, Fridayam

beautiful

.....and sad. I like the metaphor you've used. It gives a masculine edge to a very feminine-centric poem. Loved it f-yam.

I voted

visceral

This is so clever

as it moves back and forth between tragedy and triumph--it seems to me a fine balancing act between the two and you've managed it neatly. And it's filled with sound and scent and movement. Really well writ, Mr. Friday. :-)

Ditto what Tess wrote. "...like/jump-leads firing her battery" was great. "oil oozing" felt a bit forced for the sake of sonics. Perhaps "oil pumping" in the context of Tess's comment? Just a thought. Great poem, friday, very imaginative.