pang
We walked with hinged smiles
Through man-made wreckage
The clawing and pawing
The desperate howls
Explosions of remorse
Whenever they grew close
We would blend as one
Human parentheses
Afraid of their touch
Ashamed of their needs
We passed through this detritus
This Verdi-Gris whisper of humanity
Until we reached sanctuary
Free of mind and memory
Warmth flooding through us
Stu Buck
Sun 2nd Aug 2015 14:49
thanks! i read the line 'her daughters smile wears hinges' in a poem by theresa davis and it just flowed from there. its such a great image, and perfectly describes the fake smiles we plaster on our faces when prompted to by our guilt.