Nightshades & Moonlight
A story about going dark.
I am harvesting moonlight with my teeth
Because I have been starved of a harvest otherwise.
Little bugs have eaten their way through my crops
And the fertile land of my thoughts has gone fallow.
Should I have rotated in the black nightshade
Or simply just eaten the berries I've kept locked
In my bedside drawer?
Oh, who knows!
Not me.
It is all the same to me.
I will either be poisoned by the
Glossy black berries or the orange liquor of the moon
And either way, it will be a trip that I'll never forget
Because isn't it a pretty thing to be poisoned by something
As grandiose and untouchable as our thoughts?
My thoughts are killing me,
Driving me
To my grave.
My thoughts have knives,
Shining daggers catching moonlight and driving it
Straight through my chest as though my ribs never existed.
As though I have no armor...do I have any armor?
Or have I been reckless and bare this entire time?
I thought that maybe there was an antidote in my blood
But that couldn't have been true when I was dreaming of devouring
Dying constellations and their toxic fumes.
Maybe I am a dying star,
Burning out,
Cooling into a black dwarf.
Maybe I am shifting into the matte black ball
Of a nightshade with no power to kill, just a star that shed its light
To float aimlessly and uselessly through the expanse of space
As it loses all its planets, its stargazers, its bright-eyed lovers.
Certainly, I am a dead star.
Finally fizzing out,
Going
Dark.
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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This is amazing and dreamy and trippy and beautiful and dark— ahhhh, fantastically deep stream of consciousness, Silver.✨ 🙌🏽✨
Stunning work as always, Silver!! Impressive stream of consciousness piece! Particularly loved “ As it loses all its planets, its stargazers, its bright-eyed lovers.”
Whoaaa, this felt soooo mesmerising! I loved it!
Fabulous. "Because isn't it a pretty thing to be poisoned by something As grandiose and untouchable as our thoughts?" Where do you come up.with this? And yes, it is.
"...the orange liquor of the moon," is an especially lapidary line, layered with lush lunacy.
You had me with the title and then we were floating, weightless in a vacuum yet weighed down by life. Loved this so much :)
You took me on a tour of the universe with this one, Silver. I went into you, out of you, soared above you, into the dark.