Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
Emotional
HE〘 Immersive Cosmic Horror 〙
Holy / Hostile
It’s so holy, it’s so hostile. ~ To tell my dreams to you, To build all around you, To finally forgive you, To work it out with you, To lose all of you, To rip away from you. ~ It’s so holy, it’s so hostile.
presence / absence
Your presence makes my heart sing, / Your absence makes my ears ring.
Us
Sick with despair Sick of this anger I can barely Stand the sight of you And your ungrateful face So I smack it Just hard enough For a little satisfaction But you merely recover And spit in my eye So I wipe it slowly Like a hunter Just enough motion That the prey Does not … Continue reading Us
Did you like that?
Ah, so this is it, What you wanted after all. Not the reassurance of a friend, No songs, no words, no calm. You sought no warmth, no comfort, Not the pull of an embrace. No safety, no security, Nor the sunlight on your face. Not a car, not a house, Not even a new boat. … Continue reading Did you like that?
Traveler
I am fine . . . just a little lost, it seems. If you do not mind waiting on me, I will find my way back one day. Maybe we might laugh again, How foolish was our youth, How cruel children are, It really has been long. If you can wait for me, Just a … Continue reading Traveler
How fragile we are
I dreamt you no longer wanted me That you had cast me to the side I dreamt your heart had turned away And left me out to dry. You fled without a word Not so much as a trace You would not bother to hear it Nor look upon my face. There was no explanation … Continue reading How fragile we are
You might have saved me
Biting cold saps the fight from my limbs, currents toss me and I tumble, sucking, drumming, gasping, thrumming. In brief I am anchored, the tumult rushes around me. “Are you okay?” Those words lost to years. I knew better than to reach back or close my aching fingers, you might fall in. So I push … Continue reading You might have saved me
Holding On
I cannot fathom letting go From the hold that I have made. I cannot let myself imagine What it is to fall. But when it takes every single bit, Every last drop of will, And when my bones ache, Skin rips, Nerves burn, Tendons scream . . . My grip loosens.
