Mimi and Mona's Poetry: ©Scourged

Mimi Wolske

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Have I dissolved in a fever

or is this some dream that pours

from my mind like bitter grapes

and devours my countenance?

In a world gone dizzy and grey

from an annihilation of pathos,

with false bravado, I stand

naked before many judges.

Unlike the nude on the painter’s

canvas, my nakedness is my vulnerability

and my defense against the accusations

whipped across my broken flesh.

The accusers don’t close their eyes;

with eager desire, they observe every

inch of bleeding bits of meat rip from

my body and soar like the wind’s slave.

If only I could unzip

this coat of torment and pain,

this ignominy before the rain

erodes all memory of who I was.