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Hollow Out My Heart

You begged for forgiveness
With scrapped up knees,
And I stood on my steeple
With nothing to steady me.
The hollow of your words
Drowned out these chapel bells
And I struggled not to slip,
Knowing you wouldn’t catch me if I fell.
If the air is too thin,
Then why does it seem
That here I can think!
While with you I can’t breathe?
These lines between lies,
They blur into truth!
And the crows in the graveyard,
They recognize your tune.
The magic of the bard,
A lair’s way with words.
They wait for fresh meat,
For me to fall at your feet.

So you must sew up forgiveness,
Stitch it to my lips,
And have me recite it
Edit out my slips or quips

You apologies for lying,
You never meant to cheat
And though I’ll nod along,
Mimic your rhythm and the beat-
My acceptance is falsehood
As much as any of your deceits.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

12 Comments

  1. Pingback: Hollow Out My Heart « Carol J Forrester – Writing and Works

  2. autorediessere says

    I was going to comment on the “sew forgiveness into my lips” line, but looks like timotheous128 beat me to it. Really great poem. Your imagery is incredible and you have a great flow. Keep writing!

    – Autore

    • Thank you. This is actually quite an old poem since I’ve written quite a bit more recently. I’ve been umming and arring over if I should include it in a collection I want to self publish or not.

      • autorediessere says

        Your self-publishing a collection? That’s great! Good luck! I say include it because I think this poem is so visual and emotional that it ought to be included, but I still have to read more of your other poems because they might all be this good. 🙂

        • Thank you for the faith. I’ve been unsure about self-publishing only from the viewpoint of a lot of my work goes online and I didn’t know if people would want to pay for a physical copy of something they could view online.

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