I think I might crack soon.
Smooth ridges on marred porcelain
It's all too bright and too dark
Since when was the sun so dim,
And the night so bright?
There is too much air in my throat
I choke on it, as if it were not nitrogen and carbon
But thick, sludgy ink that fills my pores
And bleeds from my eyes and ears
Feeding the monster that clings to my shadow
A twelve minute war
That fits the space of eternity
Who knew life was ever this dusky?
A catapulting whirlwind that spins
The world off its axis
And I wish it would erode, implode, explode in the sun
The voices inside are just as loud
They complement and ridicule
I want to stab their sparks into the earth
And hold them close, hoping they might fill the breaks
My wishes forget me
But I never forget them
Dahlias and lavender
Rotting under overturned soil
I've made my grave
And now I stand in the
Grooves of the earth
(wishing)
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
