I am succumbing beneath the wave of hungry dark.
Pain that lurches and squeaks under my chest through
Inky sludge the colour of restless sleep and blurry afternoons,
And no matter how hard I cry, how hard I breathe, how deep
The nails digging in my soft skin press and press with the crash
Of sobbing, screaming pressure that bleeds like a tyrant down
My spine, greedy as it squeezes its chilling fingers between every bone.
It knows I am broken.
It knows I have cracks, fissures in aqueducts keeping away the tsunami
Bound to destroy cities, lift the earth off of its axis and rock me
To stressful dreams of nightmarish demons, with smiles stretched
Over pale, corpse cheeks.
It knows I lie, alone in the black of night.
Hugged in a curtain that blocks out the stars
As I push myself over the cliff's edge,
Hoping to find my childhood down below.
Swim like lilies, soft and slow
And when you break the midnight surface
When the air glitters with rain after storm
Feel the twist and churn of a thousand butterflies
Fading into the curling, violet clouds.
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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 #...
