Yersinia’s Hands
Fingers locked in mine once
regardless of my strength
I cant seem
to part
ways
Your flesh has
fallen off into
the dark
will you
not let me
go
Infection sets in
each fingertip
evokes black
weeping
sores
Pustules rupture
necrosis sweeps
through arms
while I yet
cling to
life
Lift
my hand
away from yours
Goodbye’s were never easy for me.
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Love this one Stefan!
Thanks! I enjoyed French Braids quite a bit but I always love your poems on mental illness.
I have somehow missed your posts on LexPoMo! So glad to see them now!! I remember this poem from Katerina’s class. I love how you have shaped the poem! Love as an infection! I have been there!!
I had forgotten this poem from the class was very close to done for me, but I stopped until the other day. I will have to look through your posts as well!