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.
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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The subtitle made me giggle.
This is worthy of Sappho!