winter in Ketchikan is still hard on me

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~that winter in Ketchikan is still hard on me but my muse won't let me write about it~
          written by ~Minja~

/i

last night
I rummaged through the attic of my mind
and found metaphors of you and I
feeling homesick for poetry

I said to my muse
if you don't stop strangling me
I'll report abuse and watch you handcuffed

she eased up a little,
enough for me to break the padlock
and hug runaway feelings
before she went to keep my fingers in hostage

/ii

like every cold winter
I tucked away the memories of us
in bent knees and soft pillows

last night
they told me I was too brave
when I let butterflies move in,
and you were too fierce
to powder them

I didn't know the coldness of your tongue
until it froze mine

I choked on
you think I was serious about butterflies?
and your Heimlich was poor,
it broke my ribs

yeah,
I have broken ribs now
and heart,
and picture of reality

The Starry Night1 scares me
because there's a moon and the stars
trying to absorb me

The Persistence of Memory2 means
there is no persistence at all
only paralyze of melted hours
showing the exact time I died

/iii

I frame the daydreaming
with window sash in distorted house
and tell myself that it's okay
to paint surrealism of the nature
when there's nothing surrealistic outside

bereft of the sense
I carve the uplifting smile,
concealed syllables,
short stanzas
because my muse tells me to shut up
when I try to catch a breath

she also tells me to slide the memories
down the icy veins
and let them shiver
in their poor overcoats
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Line Count: 51
Form: Free Verse
Written for: "Rebel Poetry Contest" 

Footnotes
1  Van Gogh's painting. See more here: http://www.vangoghgallery.com/painting/
2  Salvadore Dali's painting. See more here: https://www.dalipaintings.com/