Needles And Pins

Needles And Pins short poem

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Her arm
was left
out the window
all night
clamped
at the pit
which throbbed
her heart
hammering
to do its job
straining for
the tiny
capillaries
going blue about
the nail beds

her arm
flapped on the
growing wind
which stayed
just below
hurricane
to piss off
the weathermen
it became coated
with milky ice
fingers locked
in a position
to hold nothing

her arm
was preserved
after her body
died of starvation
it remained
plump and perfect
ready to hold
a baby or stroke
a flower
pluck a stone
from God’s own
peach
it waited for
that painful
sensation to return
to tell it
old life would
return
but realized
there’s a last
time for everything

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Preeti
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A lingering pain and sorrow throughout…But wonderfully written..

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Needles and Pines

Needles and Pines short poem

Jesus in the devil’s dress- I call you needles and pines…creature of flesh, no flowers, brown eyes or dyed eyes, I rock you into your foundation tonight, no clouds hover in your heart, a binding of mint moss around, your