Poetry

The Stomach Pump by Ellen Donbeck

0 Comments 16 July 2009

Stomach aches seconds after pleasure
Minutes stop for hours to come
Days, weeks, hope for future,
Regreting past
So willing to be conquered in that moment
The intent missed
The reasons, misinterpreted

Anger towards your footing, your best
My load seems lighter than yours
From Your side
Waves heavy on my insides
Steady on my mind

Pull, push, and prod
Evaporation takes hold
I grab tight to the particles
For the morning after
Hoping I will no longer wake
In the anxiety of the present
Where you hold me like love

Your inconstistacy mimics your thoughts
Your words
The bullshit is intriguing
For it’s incredible
That you’re admired for it
Nothing special
I’ve seen the same in pool side bitches
And top ten hits

My belly full
The mind screams for air
Surrounded by yellow and pink roses
All black in my head

Take me back to the color wheel
When colors where true
And lacked decieveing pigments of gray
Take me back to a life unchanged
Make this my redemption day

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- who has written 21 posts on the Whiskey Dregs.

Ellen Donbeck is a playwright, originally from Nashville TN. Ellen has composed a number of works, mostly plays and short stories performed in and out of the U.S. Avid traveler, she finds her inspiration in the cities she visits, cultures that challenge her thoughts and ideas. Ellen was introduced to the Whiskey Dregs by Carlos Detres in a beautiful conversation about free writing. Exploring this stream of consciousness, she threw the format she is so inclined to use out the window and simply never took the pen off the paper. The writing she contributes to the whiskey dregs is unlike her work in her career, and she’s thankful for the outlet and the freedom…

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