Hand of Agony

The cold caress of pain

With his tongue,
as sharp as a letter opener,
he lashed, tearing me open,
spilling all my secrets.

I've cried a symphony that day,
written in the key of F,
and he, a born conductor,
waved his hands through the air,
playing with the pitch of my voice.

Those terrible things said
softly moving across my skin,
giving me goosebumps,
brushing my hair in the wrong direction,
electric and raw.

Reviews

[Sara]

great one here. i think each stanza is unique and vivid enough they could almost be read separately and still keep their power -- each forms its own little mini-poem in its own right (if that makes sense).

"tongue as sharp as a letter opener... spilling all my secrets" - that's such a compelling simile, really gets the brutality of his words across. i like the last bit too, leaving the reader on such an eerie note :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is amazing. Your usage of words made this poem strong and with a purpose. The poem started strong and the ending with strong and powerful words. I like this poem a lot.
Coyote