Digital Painting of a young make avatar splashed with blood

This Reference to Jack the Ripper

LGBTQ, Poetry

This slit between thumb
and forefinger:

You know this is murder,

you know where this ends.

I twist your knife

and my body dies with a sigh.

Oh, the panicky phone calls at
2AM;

Oh, the need to know:

Lodged between hemispheres:

To see is to trust, to trust

that all is as it seems.

Peel skin to bone;

acquiescence is better

than silence,

and nothing is nothing

at all.

Image and Text (c) Rob Goldstein, 2017 all rights reserved.

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13 thoughts on “This Reference to Jack the Ripper”

  1. A perfect evocative image to go with this poem, Rob.
    The words are something I feel more than I rationally understand. But feel them I do and very much. It brings up dark times of the past.
    Beautifully done. Hugs on the wing.

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      1. I don’t even try to keep up anymore…who’s in…who’s out…who’s something…who’s nothing…you know what is Southerners say…”bless their hearts.” 🤣

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