snail girl
wild & intemperate,
i am only worthy of your love
when i am good.
i am a snail girl covered in salt
as your reproach dissolves
my substance.
the tyrant that inhabits my inner recess
does not allow
for imperfection.
it whispers constantly
in a ragged voice,
in a frothing fever my shell cracks.
i don sackcloth & ashes,
conscience-striken & contrite,
i become pure & pleasing,
on my best behaviour
i cast out the guilty, graceless snail girl
to purge my offence.
austere & ascetic,
all that remains
is a fading silver trail.
June 30th, 2006 at 5:39 am
I seldom encounter a snail analogy used in this manner. Intriguing and amazing. It is very effective
July 1st, 2006 at 1:39 pm
It is very beautiful..
July 2nd, 2006 at 9:01 am
Read in sequence, the narrative shines bright and honest, in continuum, it all unfolds. Your words encourage my eyes to continue thier left to right motion and downwards. Which is a surprising reflex for my eyes. They are eyes who, normally, and with minute exception, do not care to follow the words of a poet.
Brian
July 7th, 2006 at 4:06 pm
there is something shocking and horrifying that ignites in my body - reading this…the images are, imagining them … brutal.terrifying.