I'll trade you a kiss
for the key to the cellar.
I hear that there the darkness keeps
its paper dolls
and fractured children,
and I think that I'd feel
more at home there than you.
I'll trade you a kiss
for the leash of the monster.
I hear the rumbling growl in its gut
for paper dolls
and fractured children,
and I think that I'd feed
it far better than you.
I'll trade you a kiss
to lock the door behind me.
I've heard it said that I'm not safe
around paper dolls
and fractured children,
and I fear
that I cannot be trusted with you.
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
28 comments:
Great one for the day, MZ! A bit of mystery that leaves me asking questions! Have a lovely weekend!
I like how the speaker hides nothing. A savage honesty.
But i've found that victims most often feel this way, wrongly blaming themselves while those that should be feared claim clean hands.
I would kiss this person
And trust my key, cellar, and paper dolls to his/her care
WOW, what a stellar write! I can almost hear the clanking of the chains in the cellar. Fantastic, MZ.
Hello ´,
a wonderful poem with a dark secret or better fear - so it seems for me through the metaphers like the cellar or locked doors. It reminds me also on song writing, because of the refrain.
Regards Senna
ha. nice. esp like how you turn it on them in the end...i would probably be with the fractured children anyway...
oh my...he sounds dangerous...
This is freaking awesome! You rule. I love the repetition; it takes eerie to a whole new level.
Do you love American Horror Story: Asylum as much as I do?
I like how you did this. The repetition and switch works beautifully.
Madness speaks more clearly than sanity. A poem I can't even begin to touch with a comment.
I'm feeling the same way as, Hedge here...the darkness of this draws one in for sure, great mood setting here, Mama Zen.
It's going to take more than a kiss.
A darkly mysterious write here. But one thing I know for sure. Wouldn't be trading kisses with this one!
Love this!
Agree with Hedge. This one is very powerful and chilling. Too bad there's not more self-awareness in the world. Thanks for this. k.
Also agree with Hedge. Very edgy, this.
This could be my anthem. I love the edge on it. Lock me in.
Your poetry is full of mystery and twists and things that make the mind play tricks on its regular perception patterns. I love this.
Seems like a dangerous trading game ~
Enjoyed this ~
Magnificently dark, you are an awe inspiring writer.
Very dark and even disturbing. You do it all so well.
Oooh! By the end I felt a little scared for the poor monster in the cellar.
very emotive and atmospheric.Great stanza breaking. Wow I hardly ever say that. There's always something creepy about dolls and you bring that out superbly here coupling them with fractured children. And it;s all about you're own trustworthyness - the honesty of that is disarmingly appealing
I imagine this being spoken in a chilling, look-you-straight-in-the-eye, unblinking, taking-no-shit, cool, calm voice...whew!
There are some poems that I don't quite understand but my innards resonate with the dark emotions and end up knowing/agreeing. This is like that.
mmm Goblins above stairs and monsters below! The monster in my childhood basement was the coal furnace which needed to roar to work right. I suspect that is exactly where missing dolls went, but I hope that the missing cats and people escaped that fate. I would not trade this anything, just let it into the cellar and then LOCK the door!
Delicious. This is wonderful.
damn, girl! you're taking us to some dark, dark places!
"fractured children"
such a gripping description!
This is haunting and humbling. I've been a character in my own version of this story: part of me is appalled that you'd open it up this way for the world to see, while most of the others are relieved you've found the words with which to do so.
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