____
____
one
____
You whisked me away
just as the bridge's precipice danced
under my bare feet.
//
//
I don't remember falling
into your arms. Only that I fell
too fast, too soon —
I expected Death's soft,
manicured hands
to raise me — yet, instead,
you —
//
//
you're hands bruised, stained
with oil and grease —
caught me.
//
//
My eyes opened
to your stolen oceans
//
of green and silver and the flood
flushing down
your cheeks —
//
//
//
— all that was left for me
to do
was to keep
breathing
//
with you.
____
____
two
____
There were shadows in our room
last night — no,
//
not the kind that dance
like black sky radiant beauties.
//
//
I remember jolting awake in fear, my nails
digging into my thighs
until tattooed snake skin
turned inky
crimson.
//
//
There was screaming.
//
//
//
//
I can't remember
if it was mine.
//
//
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____
three
____
Don't be alarmed
this soft winter morning
when your stolen oceans flutter
open. I'm here.
I see you
looking into me
while I look right through you.
//
//
//
//
I'm sorry —
there is just too much
fear.
//
//
//
//
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____
four
____
Always, I take four steps
back and stumble
from summer,
from spring, into winter,
into fall,
until finally I catch my reeling
self
and topple
//
//
forward.
//
//
Those four steps ahead
feel like the world
orbits
for me alone —
//
//
Then I realize:
the footprints I've stopped
inside
are my own.
//
//
____
____
five
____
My feet still itch as if cold
concrete bridges still scratch each sole —
— as if phantoms of ice
carve archways
out of skin.
//
//
//
I watch your hair fall
like dark chocolate whirlpools
pooling past raw shoulders, sore fingers
working to ease
my dry, aching soul.
//
//
//
You make the bedroom air smell
like lavender and clove —
books and bergamot —
— it feels like
home.
____
____
six
____
//
//
//
Will it ever stop?
I'm sorry —
//
there is just too much
//
//
air.
//
//
____
____
seven
____
I wrote a story for you last night.
//
//
A murder mystery where the victim
dies.
//
//
There are vampires
in cool cars, the kind you chronicle
as we hold each other
after midnight.
//
The plot twist?
//
//
//
//
the victim
survives.
//
//
//
//
//
//
//
About the Creator
Corvus
Corvus is a kaleidoscope of Gothic word-craft, stuck somewhere within the hurricanes of prose and poetry and wrung out on each page. Find more fragments of the love letter on their website, corvuslove.
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It's Winter
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What If? Writing Exercise for Fiction Writers prompts The Exercise —Write a scene involving two characters. Have the point-of-view character presume something entirely different about the situation from what the other character's overt behavior seems to imply. For example, a landlord comes to visit, and the tenant suspects that it isn't a visit but an inspection. Make up several situations in which one character can fantasize or project or suspect or even fear what another character is thinking. The Objective - To show how your characters can use their imaginations to interpret the behavior and dialogue of other characters.
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Corvus, I love this: " There are vampires in cool cars, the kind you chronicle as we hold each other after midnight." Congratulations on your win and top story!👏👏💖
Wooohooooo congratulations on your honourable mention! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Absolutely flummoxed that this didn’t place higher. Congrats on the HM, brilliant poem.
Fragmented, intimate, and haunting, the emotional rhythm really stays with you.
Fascinating work, truly. I'm fascinated by this.
Wow… this really stayed with me. The way each piece unfolds is just… beautiful
This. I absolutely love this. Your imagery is three dimensional and alive. Fanfuckingtastic.