Standard Practice
And broken candy
I have dug my fingers so deep into my arteries
That I can taste the hemorrhaging pain of last decade's memories.
What a silly little way to pass time, shredding my neurons
And hoping that enough will degrade inside my psyche
That I could slip into the territory of a pretty fool.
I crave naivety.
It's a vampiric force inside of me, this bloodlust for a way to
Forget.
There is an earthquake rattling the plates of my soul,
Shattering the fine champagne glasses I stored
On the top shelf of my mind.
I deleted the words, peeled them from my thoughts,
And woke to them pissing on my pillow
Like some kind of permanent claim
On my shattering mind.
Strange what broken things,
Wicked things,
Can come to crave.
It is standard practice to give into cravings,
Standard practice to bend until you break
And I have broken,
Like brittle candies,
All across your bedroom floor.
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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I appreciate how unapologetically dark this is without trying to be clever for its own sake. It reads like someone confronting their own breaking point and not looking away from it.
Heartbreak! Well done, so many great descriptive words and phrases shredding my neurons and this: There is an earthquake rattling the plates of my soul, Shattering the fine champagne glasses I stored On the top shelf of my mind. I deleted the words, peeled them from my thoughts
Oh wow, the idea of those words pissing on your pillow, marking it's territory, that was so brilliant!
No pretty fool could have written this powerful poem.
Fantastic atmosphere, like being carried up in a bubble, and POP, the end is so satisfying.