Knife in My Throat

[JoelJosol]

The sharp knife pierces through as it were
my malfunctioning mind where once inside,
the opening encloses an anger that has ruptured

as violent as the blood filling up my lungs
to an overflow, crowding out the life-force
until choked, the gasping for breath as if drowning,

all entry points sealed, all doors opening
to life locked, the warm sensation of finality,
as the full blade goes through my throat.

[badger11]

Graphic violence JJ, but what is the purpose?

[JoelJosol]

This was inspired by a scene in war movie, badger11 🙂

[badger11]

Hi JJ

           I feel the war film would give context: obviously, in the history, but also in the narrative and characterisation. This connected with you and 'unlocked' the poem. As it stands, the poem is disconnected from context and therefore does not resonate. The poem's violence is random. Perhaps subtitle the poem - While watching the film...;  or a more oblique key, ' Tucking into my bucket of popcorn'. I think this would provoke interesting questions on the interaction between the art form and the viewer...empathy? catharsis? corruption?

cheers

Phil

 

[JoelJosol]

Badger11, the poem is a mirror of a very physical moment in a persona. The war film is just a shadow of the idea.