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Can you feel your skin slowly grinding to dust?
You can see it in the sun on a hot day
Pouring beer down mouth and feeling the chill hit your teeth
Grabbing onto skin more, feeling your brain rumble, and hesitating.
Your breath forced out of you, and your ideas emptied
Then the strings on your fingertips twitch and play
Memories of a past you can't make out push through
Your heart is bouncing, the ground is shaking with you
You slap your knee and look around
It settles once you see there are no neighbors
Only empty houses
I breathe in, letting glass break
Smoke fills my lungs and eyes
Feeling what I left for good
Creating more rot and despair
as I get up from a decaying wooden throne
I opened my door and found nowhere to hide
Stumbling, shuffling, to my splintered guitar
The notes don't match my strings
But I play through my fingertips and feel them bleed, spreading into inside
My song that makes rats and snakes run
Crushing my voice as my tears splash onto my green toenails
Once it's dusk, my body curls
My mind is finally quiet
I quit hope
I held onto reality and felt oblivion
About the Creator
KuroHoshi
A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star
I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind
Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate
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Comments (2)
Absolutely feeling skin turning into dust. And those last two lines? the nail on the coffin.
Great lines of imagery in the poem. Excellent work!