The Truth
Gorgeous George
sticky with cheap whiskey.
along with a stretch of chain I believed could only be worn by Hercules.
he escaped the holiness of our front door.
Mom had no idea who he was or what intentions he had.
like a nightmare that I thought could only be fictional.
His eyes kept finding mine as I kept trying to look away.
with a senseless urge to eat everything.
“Gorgeous George”
as he pressed his lips to mine.
And it reminded me of a certain Errol Flynn movie I always loved to watch.
I could see my mother’s and brothers’ faces and I knew we all thought
that this was the end.
The writing process although a universal one, varies with people and subjects. For many years I’ve suffered with my own personal demons like Bipolar disorder, OCD etc. It was like a veil that descended when I was fourteen and shielded all the sanity within. Transferring that pain onto paper was one of my only means of release and remains so today. Some people may think writing about razor blades and other disturbing images are too much to handle, but writers should write what the feel even though sometimes those feelings are too overwhelming even for the author.
Levi J. Mericle is a poet/spoken-word artist and lyricist from Tucumcari, N.M. His poems have appeared in multiple anthologies and you can read his work in Black Heart Magazine, Resurgant Press’s Screech Owl, Poet’s Haven and the upcoming issue of The Awakenings Review. Please feel free to visit his website @ http://levimericle.com/.
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