You seep through my veins
and my mask shifts to accomodate.
The past is swollen, bloated,
yet they worship it,
so we hide in alleyways
surrounded by decaying things–
A haunted Imago,
and misshapen wings.
3-21-19
How it Ends for Me
A small
rip,
then a little
tear,
and then another,
and the next thing I know
shredded
bits
go flying through
the air,
like a blizzard
of blood
kicking up ragged bits
of my obliterated
heart.
There is something
almost magical
in the
horror
and the beauty
of the remnants of my soul
as they lazily drift
to the ground
in sharply defined
stillness,
one so still,
even Echo herself
has fled.
The screams are gone now,
as are the tears;
I can find no more
inside me,
just a hazy maroon
sunset
of blood in light
fading into the darkness,
and the smell of
rot.
6-14-18
A Threat of Annihilation
I fear you will disintegrate
before I get to touch you;
that by some cruel whim
of the eldritch gods,
you will turn to mist
and vanish
as I draw
near.
My soul,
and all that’s in me,
recoils as if against a flame,
at the memories,
and the hidden wounds,
of all the years
we’ve lost.
Every word I speak to you
I taste,
I measure,
I peel apart
ever so carefully,
then I piece them back together
before I set them,
hesitantly,
at your feet.
Which words will draw you
near?
which words will push you
just
out of reach?
And what occult combinations
of syllables joined,
like links in Fenrir’s chain,
will banish you
unwittingly
from me
forever?
The thought weighs too much,
I can’t hold it steady.
To lose you again,
so soon,
or ever,
would mean to be swallowed,
engulfed
in thick black India ink;
covered into
nothingness.
As the darkness eats the light,
all color,
all breath,
all being,
all that once was this thing called “me”
would be consumed,
blacked-out of existence
like a classified name,
leaving only the black stain
that devoured me.
Without you there is only
annihilation.
1/20/2017
