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Obsessive Rhythms

A weird love poem

By Silver DauxPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Obsessive Rhythms
Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash

Oh Christ, I'm doing it again.

.

I am falling through the seasons.

Slipping on strong legs, sliding through

The flaming colors of autumn into a pit of glass,

Into the frozen revelation that this is happening again.

The madness hums inside me and if I open my mouth

On this clear December night, I can hear the buzz.

I cannot peel it from me because the frost

Has already crept across my roots.

.

I can't back out of this feeling,

This obsessive bending of reality.

.

There is a knot inside of me unyielding to reality.

I can taste the shadows of your room and see

The way they gather in your throat like

Secrets, clinging and cloying, a stain

On the crispness of a scent that's lodged

In the endless caverns of these sparse thoughts.

.

But I can taste you there

In the obsession rhythms

Of a novel kind of madness.

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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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  • Tanya Lei2 months ago

    The subtitle made me giggle.

  • D. J. Reddall2 months ago

    This is worthy of Sappho!

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