That final image... *shivers* It's so visual, I just can't get the picture of someone slicing open their thigh out of my head! Great poem, I could see all these scenes, like flashes of movie clips. Keep writing! :)

AH.

you're so great.this poem made me feel something.the struggle, the fact that she's so goddamn

UNCOMFORTABLE.

it's perfect.thank you for writing.

What's weird is that, even with no mentioning of the title until the -end-, I think the image of Ordinary Decay is present and powerful enough in the first two stanzas. They could stand as their own poem and be powerful enough, ending at "I won't tell you about it". Ordinary Decay, is just being in that mind set of mental abuse and the destructive routine, the obsessive craving for something that hurts. Maybe it doesn't need to be mentioned.

The section, "So to hell with you and the denial you finally spilled/Out onto the table..." is a section, that of course, seems necessary enough to be a bridge between the thesis and the concrete detail of this poem. But, if the thesis and concrete detail are pinched into two sections and placed neatly in roman numeral sections, or there's a separation line, then the poem won't lose power and its strange and consistent flow. The bridge seems to take away from its power, and can be omitted cleanly without missing a morsel of the ambiance/mood.

That "If only you were.." couplet sounds like a powerful opening line. Do you see why I would separate the first two stanzas [ending at "I won't tell you about it"] from the couplet ["If only you were.."] and the last stanza?

The poem in its totality is a wonderful piece of work. My friend will appreciate this e-mailed to her.

Beautiful and soo deep...saddens me abiut..well..i ma laways llike that.,..but i really loved this...

great write. really. it was fabulous. i loved it. wonderful wording, tone, and imagery and just... wow. -hugs- i favorite this. it's so good.

I've seen you do better than this. While admittedly this isn't a bad poem, I don't think it's up to your standards of greatness. Stop pulling your punches.

I love it. 'Like you have been since you told me hello for the first time' with the 'told me' is good. It sucks you in. It's great.

omfg, omfg, OMFG! I don't think I've ever reviewed one of your poems, but I've read just about all of them. You're definitely one of my all-time favourite poets; I love your style of writing. You always capture so much depth and pain and sometimes even love. Some of your poems are well known throughout my school and everyone absolutely loves your writing. My friend is just amazed at your talent, and I just love every single one of your poems ( especially Blur, I memorized and recited it for my class ) Don't change a thing!!

Love detrimental. This was amazing. Well done (love all the lines).

This is just...awesome. Sorry, I can't think of a better word for it...It's really deep...All of your poems are.

i've probably told you countless times how much i love your allusions to absolutely everything. but i can do it again, can't i?

"Phone calls where I listen about her.her.her. andTry to talk you out of suicide,While my bony fingers are on my own trigger"

at least half of that directly relates to me. so this poem is basically making me cry. you're such a brilliant writer and, just, wow.

this is so beautifull in it's sadness. another great job and keep writing :D

wow. Jess. sometimes you take my breath away and bring tears to my eyes. this poem accomplished both feats. I love you. your poetry > life.