Exposed to a relentless cosmos, my skin recognizes defeat,
content to char and crumble off bleached-blue bone that is wet
like mirage. Lovely, I am not what you wanted.
Indecent ingrate at the beginning, but look at me now,
parched and not wanting for anything
save the blister I know will heal in crystal darkness.
Eagle spread, the dunes warm me, my eyes scream silent. The no-moon takes its place.
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Mackenzie Davis
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Raw... lovely. It feels like an inner monologue, an acceptance of a sad reality. I feel we all know this "crystal darkness" that might be a place of peace for some, or maybe a hell on earth for others... I love how many Eclipse poems you wrote! They are all so beautiful and daring! You are an incredibly articulate writer, Mackenzie!
Powerful and heart wrenching. Is this a goodbye poem? It felt that way. “-save the blister I know will heal-“ really spoke to me. I loved this piece, Mackenzie
This is so raw and powerful. "Lovely, I am not what you wanted. Indecent ingrate at the beginning, but look at me now, parched and not wanting for anything save the blister I know will heal in crystal darkness." I love it!
I’ll be honest, I’m lost on this one Mackenzie😂. It feels like someone saying goodbye to a partne, clothed in images of nature. But as always, you conjure such vivid imagery! “content to char and crumble off bleached-blue bone” is so evocative.
Please never apologise for publishing. We love reading your writing. Also, this is another sad one. I hope you're okay ❤️🥺
This feels like a kind of crucifixion
Nice
This tugged at my soul. It sounds so full of sorrow with reluctant acceptance. Indeed, as Paul said, it is sad, but you made something truly poignant here.
This is wonderful...well...maybe not wonderful in content...but in creation!
Sorry for the overwhelm of entries, everyone. I had a backlog, clearly. This challenge is proving too fun for me to stop! Will be posting more throughout the day, but only because I want to enter them, not because you have to read them, lol.