Monthly Archives: May 2016

Kindling

Back to when your bright, tinder eyes

stimulated the syllables to seep from my lips.

And when

the current of lust shocked my lips.

Addicted to the taste- we lock.

You untangled my hair and pulled me closer,

your other hand traced my jaw and stroked down.

Warming up, neck tilted and tickled.

Lingering.

I shake my head.

 

 

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Paranoia Never Retires When You’re Blind

A nocturnal songster whistles through the air.

I cut off my own ears in hope of some silence

but the torrent of white noise, with the piercing chorus, still rattles.

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I thought that the bitter shower would wash away

the trodden paths in my mind.

Scalp-scratching and scouring my skin crimson -so raw- to strip the stress.

Terror bleeding from my skull and contouring my fragile frame,

flushed through the plug-hole.

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Feeling frozen, I trembled into bed.

The thin fold of skin scratched my dry eyes

and the scars on my cornea altered an ugly collage

into something much more cursed.

A faceless shadow crawled across the ceiling

to laugh in the face of anxiety.

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