Time leans against the clock,
bringing swiftness to an end
I lie awake and wait
With a thousand lamps and eyes,
fear gnaws within
An acquaintance of the night
An enemy of Death's wolf — rending
the sheep, raining his dust in blood
and haze.
The musk of a candle burns before
eyes, wild in disarray
Scattered pages turn in the moonless
air as the dust hangs there
A droplet falls
from above;
I look up and see melancholy waters
swallowing me — veins filled in a
glove.
My heart thunders as the lady of the
lake drags Achilles' heel under,
engulfing a body's house of clay until
there is no surrender or escape.
Darkness's secret lover; an affair
under the sea on fire, drowning
flames in the sky,
riven: an intoxication and
suffocation
a million miles deep,
losing air in
sync.
The Master of Hell: my capturer and
fraudulent friend
— mocking at my feet of sorrow
Rayless of heavenly light
streaming,
shadow paths,
beaming.
And as time leans against the clock,
the games are played
A dice—rolled
A bishop moves forward —
until Dawn awakes from her Solstice
nest —
before the final taste of a begotten
fateful rest.
Out in the open, shorelines
coruscating in flaming tiers,
whispering,
"When will you finally be free?"
“When we finally breathe,” a voice
responds.
— Drowning Hearts
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Poetry"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." These are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. A C H I E V E M E N T S : » 𝑾𝒂𝒔...
