my cat won't leave me alone tonight.

Stood in your mirrors
my image peeled
bleed, scab me over
and serve me sweet

until I'd drink your wine, 
and my arms, turn to wires,
feast on your bread, til
the tissues in my skin
drop in the kitchen sink

and now doves, doves,
are singing
under the spring sun
beaks full of dropped skin
stretch over arms of wire

and now doves, doves alive;
electrified; now longer denied.

Author's Note

this is shiteous.

Reviews

[Soul Magic✯]

this one definitely keeps me thinking. very creative twist in wordplay... and the imagery is amazing. i enjoyed reading this piece

[Collect-Eye]

I love how you befuddle people and make up a word like shiteous afterwards about it..hahaha
I don't think the hallucination is all that mysterious, but if someone's meant to see it, they will..I don't need to be the one spelling it out.

Hahaha puzzling as usual, but you know I love that.
I like your shift between the tenses. I think that's why most readers get confused.

[Ross Saunders]

I'm still figuring out what exactly to make of this. There's some terrific imagery at work here, a lot of great details. I wonder if the message of the poem is getting lost in the language though. I don't know, I'm still wrapping my head around this.