The lines of my skeleton
Hug the infinite circle of your finger when I'm lucky.
Darkness seizes my sight
When I'm not, closed away in a drawer that smells.
Ticket stubs and incense
Rattle around beside me like broken, desperate pleas.
As though you'll listen.
~
My bones are white silver and I've been dragged
Through the crust
To satisfy the peculiar ignorance curdling in your chest.
You eat where you fuck
And somehow I've turned into an accessory to all this
Unfathomable madness,
Curled around your finger like a hungry witness.
~
You satisfy me.
The hunger burning holes in my retinas, shining through,
From the inside out,
Clashes with the ice-cold cruelty of you and your conquests
And it satisfies.
The ache inside my chest bubbling, ripping, clawing me open
Dies beside your touch.
~
I am a silver fly on the wall to your transgressions and please,
Don't remove me.
Fix me up and touch me when your guilt gallops,
Put me away
When you cannot tolerate what I represent any longer
But please...
Do not dream of pulling me off and throwing me away.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (3)
Love love love the smooth jump from incense to listen. That was when I felt the rhythm trickling in. 'You eat where you'... 😳😲I almost choked here. I love the dance between the short and the long lines. Very heartbreaking to be in the position of a hungry witness. I really do like the hunger burning through your retina. The phrasing is very unique. I like the power behind this sort of... Animalistic rage, but tamed by the abuser. Damn. When I got to the last line it dawned on me. The level of toxicity. But how we still stick around because of that invisible thing that keeps us attached. This was a very powerful perspective. In-between knowing and not knowing how to let go. Fantastic work as always Silver. 🤗❤️
Oh man, this started off slow, but just built up speed to a heart stabbing crescendo.
This is so awesome