Emily Winters  

 

Whiplash

Drip to drip

Pint to pint

And again and again I’ll bleed out my blood

I’ll hemorrhage on this chair while the floor rises up to meet

Me

And the nonsense will pour out of your mouth

And the absurdity will leech out of your pores

But you will leech on my soul.

Blindly feeding on my everything

Unflinching, hang me out to dry

Until now I’ve nothing left

Nothing left but what’s in my head

And this rock in my gut which sings me to sleep

Egging me on while spurring my sides

Cutting me up from the inside

As you break my bones and crack my mind from your high horse.

My high hat quivers

And my hands drip along to the beat of the song

Matching my boxing ring

(Otherwise known as my heartbeats)

And punches fly and callouses break open on and on –

Endless eternity,

The continuous battle waging

Between inside and outside

Fists up, mind and head and heart and splintered soul

As my drum sticks try to break me

And as you try to dig through the dirt

Trying to sift through the rubble

And find a diamond.

Could I be the next big –

Break before you bend…

But can I,

Will I,

And this rock

I know

Is a diamond in disguise.

If I can only make it

And breathe the blood and not implode,

Then I’ll be something.

 

(For this piece of poetry, I was inspired by the amazing and intense awesomeness that is the motion picture Whiplash (starring Miles Teller and J.K. Simmons). I highly recommend this movie!)