English: Angry cat (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You go through me
Like a dose of salts
Your opinions
And decisions
Bleed me dry
You’re like the cure
To your own disease
Mere proximity to you
Inspires a purge
If your impact
Could be calibrated
And bottled
To achieve weight loss
I’d market you
And make a fortune
From your effectiveness
To expel
And repel
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Wow! The hidden disgust in the appearance of pitiful anger. Very well written!
Thank you – I had a perverse kind of fun writing this, but the real fun was when I found the picture of the cat to go with it!! 🙂
The cat’s scowl MAKES the poem even better!! LOL I’ve only attended one poetry workshop in my life, and the facilitator preached one rule over and over … assume all poetry is fiction unless the poet says otherwise. Sometimes though, I find myself wondering what is truth and what is fiction. Consistent tone throughout this poem really makes it communicate what I think you were going for. It was fun to read too!
LOL, thank you…yes, I agree the cat just lifts it to a whole other level that I certainly can’t claim any real credit for, so thanks to the cat, wherever he/she may be!! And to the photographer of said cat! Priceless! 🙂
Thanks for visiting my blog today! Ilove the look of yours, and this poem? Very powerful. Really gets me wondering who “you” is!
Thank you so much! There probably actually isn’t a ‘you’ who I really feel that vitriloic about at all, but I just got on a theme and stuck with it. 🙂 🙂
I like it, banner that poem!
Thanks so much! 🙂