Poem: “Dead Art”

Dead Art

Your laugh grates on my ears,
‪your smile is bleeding,
‪your eyes are hot on my skin.

‪I can hear you,
‪see you,
‪smell you,
‪but the flavor of your canvas
‪and the brush of your fingers
‪eludes me.

‪I want to take your joy
‪and burn it,
‪watching the sky swallow
‪your smoke.

You deserve the whisper of fire,
the purr of burns,
the crackle of flames licking bone.

Your paint has dried,
your story was told.
Now you are nothing,
dry and ready for the match.

You hung in my home but never again.
Your tired breath,
your hungry teeth,
your aching hips.
I will steal them all
because you
do not
deserve them.

You will fade but that is not
good enough.
I shall scatter your ash
in a river
choked with disease
and death.

 

– Saratoga Schaefer, written October 2019

2 thoughts on “Poem: “Dead Art”

  1. Brothers Campfire November 12, 2019 — 1:00 am

    Excellent work. What was the inspiration?

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    1. Thank you!

      The inspiration was from those songs and videos where you see people burning the belongings of people who cheated on them. I wanted to convey that feeling of “we once were, but never again”.

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