Then and Now

your nails, like claws
dragging
scratching
ripping
through. my. brain.

tearing out
every hidden part of me
you see
all the deepest bits of me

digging in,
your fingers
leave behind furrows
and trails
bloody bits

and me, I stare
wide-eyed
drool dripping down
a foam-flecked chin

I was impenetrable
I was strong
I was an artist

before you, I am transparent
minced and shredded

I am nothing.
I am helpless.
I am a burden.
I am poetry.
I am …. you.


tara caribou | ©2021

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28 Comments on “Then and Now

    • Hopefully… well, I’d say in a good way.. but considering the mood I was in when I wrote it…

      Regardless, I sure appreciate you reading it and sharing it. 😌

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  1. this poem drags you all the way, like running downhill when you just get faster and faster until tumbling at the bottom with a feeling of pure exhilaration xx

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