Spiderweb Shadows
And some free verse reflections
I see you in the tea leaves stuck to the rim of my cup
And taste you in the sweetness lingering on my lips.
There is a whole world I have swallowed, or rather,
Pushed to the bottom of a grey piece of pottery that
Glows in the amber sheets of light pouring in.
It colors the tile this pretty sort of orange,
Prehistoric in its intensity,
And I am stuck with silence lodged between my teeth
Like some kind of old popcorn kernel half-chewed.
That's what the glow of your memory does to me,
It irritates the finely woven fabric of my spiderwebs
And disturbs the carefully kept dust atop my soul.
That's the problem, isn't it, that you disrupt these
Carefully curated places of stillness inside my bones.
You have rooted around in the foundation of my sanity,
Dug dirty fingernails through the compacted dirt
Making up the basement of my being and I...
Am suffering the loss of my sanctuary.
Who wants to hear the voice of another echoing
Through their marble halls of their bones?
I don't want to see you in my mysticism
Or taste you on the back of my tarot cards.
I want to be alone in my pursuit of myself,
Alone in the forest with nothing but bacteria and fungi
And feral beasts to wrap their arms around me.
I want to be alone in my trembling reflection.
I don't want to see you in the mirror anymore.
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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You always have such a strong command of metaphors and guiding us through them in a way that you don't need to explain, we just get it. The descriptions in this are so beautifully tight. I wish for writing like this to come from my hands always. Just sublime. I know I say that a lot and don't want it to lose meaning but fuck, this is good. Achey, unfiltered and honest.
I absolutely love this. Beautiful language, my kind of vibe.