Bend me by the bones.
Really dig your hands
Into the ooey-gooey bits
That make up my soul.
They rip nice and pretty,
Dangle from your teeth
In a way that looks right.
You're a natural predator
And you've torn me apart.
The moon slid between us,
Blacked out the sky.
Fed blood into lore like
Some kind of old antidote.
Am I too sick to be cured?
Tell me the sun will rise.
Let me hear the words
That curl into whispered lies.
Romance me before I go.
Bend my soul into shapes
I'll remember after the rain.
Shift the essence of me
Until my molten glass heart
Has cooled into something new.
Let me be part of you.
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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Back to the silver we all know and love in this one. Another I can feel this under my skin, reaction. In me that is. 'The moon slid between us' loving this imagery. Oh the sun will rise, for sure. Not too sick, so you will be cured. 'Let me be part of you' love the ending. This whole poem had the allure that keeps it remembered. You're one of the best in surreal poetry. 🤗❤️
I love this ♥
I feel like this takes the meaning of coming together in love a little too literal... Ouch!! 😅
This is what they should mean when they say love hurts, instead of that other thing.