Big mouth never closes,
gulping air to chew the words—
hole in my face gapes open,
a nest of chattering birds.
Spittle runs bubbly
down rivers wide and deep—
glazy eyes hide
secrets I most want to keep.
Canines glistening
on an epiglottal stage—
my tongue is the dancer
of my operatic rage.
Sounds of fury nervously
vibrate my teeth—
now I’ll never stop
’less my breathing ever cease.

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Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses.



  • LocoCow
    LocoCowabout 7 years ago

    Your patterns are so well constructed I love the Operatic Rage line awesome..

  • pinkyjain
    pinkyjainabout 7 years ago

    Poetic rage, this is great writing Lorie, so glad you are sharing these

  • Jayne Healy
    Jayne Healyabout 7 years ago

    This is briliantly written…theraputic? Well done

  • Thanks! Yes, all my writing is therapeutic on one level or another. ;)

    – Crockpot

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