Tonight's Poet Corner: From The White Corner
From The White Corner
by Belinda Roddie
From the white corner comes a
mean green left hook, tearing
up the sinews holding together
a floating rib.
Tell me, once the bone snaps,
will you have your way with me, or
will you enjoy the sound of silence
as I refuse to shriek or be shrill in
any way? I am built like a god, and you shall
fear me one way or another, because
in your white corner, there is the absence of
shadow to conceal you, and when I spill blood,
there will be a very distinct, unapologetic
rorschach of red.
by Belinda Roddie
From the white corner comes a
mean green left hook, tearing
up the sinews holding together
a floating rib.
Tell me, once the bone snaps,
will you have your way with me, or
will you enjoy the sound of silence
as I refuse to shriek or be shrill in
any way? I am built like a god, and you shall
fear me one way or another, because
in your white corner, there is the absence of
shadow to conceal you, and when I spill blood,
there will be a very distinct, unapologetic
rorschach of red.
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