Nothing seems to have been 'spilling over' for some time now. I've been enjoying some serious reading time, but I miss my pen-and-paper dates. Here's a raw poem that spilled out of me today.
He's In Denial
He lifts his hands to his ears
to refuse the words
we'd spoken so many times
before.
Now,
as if repulsed
by the images they conjure up,
he squeezes his eye lids shut.
He clamps his lips closed
tight,
then a tear
betrays him.
© JMariah, 2010
