Let me be the soil you dig your fingers into,
Searching for that lost treasure you buried
Under mountains and mole hills.
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Step on my throat like you would the roots
Of the old trees in the forest, the ones hungry
To feast on your pretty decay.
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I'll open my mouth for you, nice and wide,
And let you pour your shadows down my throat
Because I want to devour you.
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I want you to watch me the way you watch
The canopy as it sways and thrashes and breaks
Under the hand of a storm.
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Break me the way you would the earth
To lay down the foundation of your dreams.
I promise, I'll hold them tight.
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Give me the chance to lie underneath you
And watch the stars bow to your whims and will.
Let me inhale your stardust.
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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Comments (5)
So good, the last line caps it off perfectly.
Oh I loved this one Silver! Fantastically penned :) my favourite image was certainly "Step on my throat like you would the roots Of the old trees in the forest, the ones hungry To feast on your pretty decay."
"Let me inhale your stardust." - beautiful!
That's a great last line. There was a masochism to this mixed with all these organic images that made this unsettling but the nature rooted it. I'm not quite sure what to make of it but I've enjoyed reading it!
Oooo, I especially loved the pouring the shadows down the throat!