my unhappy accidents want a word with me
iii. my unhappy accidents want a word with me
estefaaano_writes
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i know they tarry in the shadows.
seated in the corridor of my abyss,
hands folded on their laps,
bearing such patience,
much as grief that stoops to wait
which have long ceased expecting apologies.
my tenants of contingency desire an audience.
and my feet have long forborne that corridor,
threading the long way round,
feigning sightless eyes.
such desolation begs for heed.
this sanctum wherein i dwell is unwell.
bricks come loose,
beams descend from the sky,
peculiar grace rules the air,
worn thin by the selfsame man,
turning the selfsame thoughts in the gathering murk,
until the air itself has taken the guise of his decay.
no word is more perverted than absurd,
and no word more absurd than perverted.
my unhappy accidents want a word with me.
too long have i locked them out in the cold.
at long last, i am purposed to attend.
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ReplyDeleteThis title alone is unforgettable.
ReplyDeleteReading this felt like standing in a house that’s slowly collapsing in slow motion.
ReplyDelete"seated in the corridor of my abyss” is such a striking line.
ReplyDeleteSeeing you write that you are 'purposed to attend' to these things makes me hopeful, even if it’s scary.
ReplyDeleteThe wordplay around 'absurd' and 'perverted' feels like you trying to untangle a really messy knot in your head.
ReplyDeleteYour voice is so distinctive estefaaano_writes! You have a gift for turning pain into language.
ReplyDeleteDon't let the air take the guise of your decay. Open the windows. Let some light in.
ReplyDeleteThere’s such dark elegance in the way this unfolds.
ReplyDeleteThis reads like the beginning of a hard therapy session.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is unforgettable.
ReplyDeleteThis poem perfectly captures the inevitable moment where avoidance stops working.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant use of internal rhyme and tone to create an environment of decaying elegance.
ReplyDeleteA stunning exploration of accountability and self-confrontation.
ReplyDeletePowerful and strangely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteDamn estefaaano, this one has teeth. It bites.
ReplyDeletestrong, memorable, and very original.
ReplyDeletebeautifully unsettling.
ReplyDeleteThe conceptualization of accidents having a 'word' with the creator is a great take on the writing process itself.
ReplyDeleteA masterpiece of psychological atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteI love the personification here!!! It makes the grief feel almost alive.
ReplyDelete"my tenants of contingency desire an audience” is such a striking line.
ReplyDeleteIt takes massive courage to stop locking those things out in the cold.
ReplyDeleteThis feels like a Gothic horror story about your own mind.
ReplyDeletei love how the poem gives shape to the things we usually try to avoid.
ReplyDeleteThe architectural decay mirroring psychological collapse is a classic trope done with exceptional modern freshness here.
ReplyDeletei love the sudden linguistic philosophy drop with 'absurd' and 'perverted.' It jars the reader in the best way
ReplyDeleteThe phrase 'tenants of contingency' is an amazing way to describe the random events that come to define our lives.
ReplyDeleteThe ending line feels like a manifesto of radical acceptance.
ReplyDeleteThe poem moves beautifully from external avoidance to internal resolution.
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