| Death, Sex and Violence (Darkness) |
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| Please note that some of these poems have rather violent content so I would like to warn all readers to practice discretion; especially towards those poems with an asterik. Not for the faint hearted. Language may be offensive. |
| Burning Down the night my parents told me about sex was the same night they told me about our garage burning down. my mom had a scared laugh in her eye when she said she got up out of bed that night and stood there in the bathroom, watching it burn. I imagined her in a long white Victorian nightgown, somehow pregnant, her permanent falling into a loose wave, her eyes pressing so close to the flames that it melted the crusty corners of dream and caul of sleep. that night I lay in bed and stared and stared and stared at my window with rainbow curtains like a puppet show. I thought each and every noise was the rip of a match, the hiss of sulfur, the whispered chaos of flame and smoke. and I lay in bed thinking, I am the evidence. Lydia Rose Sifferlen |