
This is my second entry for the dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night. If you enjoy poetry or prose, whether you liked mine or not, you can find many more poems over at dVerse, where they regularly post different prompts and blog-hops, or you can explore the other participants at the OLN link-up.
Autopsy of Inheritance - for the Open Link Night #408
To separate you from me,
I drove a hatchet straight into this chest of mine,
split it open in the shape of a Y —
performing an autopsy of inheritance.
But as I pulled back the flesh
and reached inside
to disconnect the veins from the lump
that forgot how to beat at the mention of your name,
I found that you were not in my heart at all.
It is in the marrow that you reside.
So I sat down at the vanity,
holding a bone saw in one hand, yet
when I take a closer look at myself,
I still recognize your eyes:
lifeless,
cold,
predatory.
“You will never amount to anything.”
I laugh through the tears as I realize
that even my voice has become
an imitation of yours.
So I clamp my hand to my mouth
and swallow your words one by one
because I refuse to become
a constructed ghost
of a dead man.

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Even moreso, what is dark, what makes one sad, need to be written
Bravo
Much love
Thank you for the comment,
Yes
Writing is the only way
I enjoyed this very much.
Thank you so much, am happy 😊
This is so poignant ~
I resonate with; “even my voice has become an imitation of yours.”
Thank you so much.
Wow. Hyperbole meets metaphor…very successfully, I would say. What a powerful poem.
Thank you for the kind comment, it means a lot!
I love the strong voice. Beautiful writing and that ending was a kicker.
Thank you.
The imagery of that autopsy was so vivid, many of us are so used to the imagery of crime shows and this worked so well to make a point…
I felt this as the one part of us we can never escape or cut out and that is our parents (at least that was my interpretation)
Thank you for the comment and yes, while we can’t cut out our parents or our family we can try being better.
Am happy you found it effective.