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The Stomach Pump by Ellen Donbeck

July 16th, 2009  |  Published in Poetry

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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