I don’t know who either of us are any more.A pair of shadows chasing each other’s fears.Faceless and hungry.Exhausted from the relentless cold. The grey, it spreads it’s vines,Into our sights and out through the windows,Grabbing the night and pulling … Continue reading
You haven’t been by lately to adore me.
Keeping that coin poised just so, over the expectant slot. Holding our breaths despite the darkness, bleeding on in. ~ The way out is already well-mapped. Change is just a coin-drop away. You said I’m nothing without this dark, That … Continue reading
The private monsters,
of motivation and justification,
Swill around the depths unchecked.
Matured by years of bad decisions,
And nebulous consequences.
Don’t make the mistake,
Of thinking mine are just like yours.
The horizon is closing,
So I’m disciplining my monsters,
Because I’d rather be able to live with myself.
© Accidental Tentacles 2020
I can hear a practised sigh. Someone’s turning over a leaf, I think they said it’s new, but how do you know it isn’t just refurbished these days. They’re twisting it over, straining delicate veins, flicking dew in their eye, … Continue reading
Polyester shreds fall like silt, the slow pedetic descent through currents undulting with sighs and tentacles. So gentle and inevitable in the tranquil aftermath, of such broken seams. Reaching out to touch the flecks. The feeling of history’s suffocating weft, … Continue reading
You couldn’t see, That it wasn’t me That was walking out of time, But the carnival drums, That didn’t conform. I couldn’t tell then, If that look was confusion, Or the whether you just Ascribed this madness To a lack … Continue reading
Stories get smothered by pain. No matter which tale, You are ready to tell, There’s a hurt that can dissolve it. A strike of agony waiting to chime, An ache under unwritten cursive. Songs choked on a migraine stone, And … Continue reading
That ballerina thought keeps spinning, Defying gravity and entropy, Setting physics aside to allow the thread of possibilities to wind on up against the spindle of ‘what if’ These are frames on the tv that you leant me, Slow-motion and … Continue reading
An absentminded glance in the dregs of the cup shows, There’s something parasitic laying dormant in the leaves. Something fragile and tender, Insidious and cunning, Something waiting for your concentric words. You know those sudden waves of bracing bitterness, Where … Continue reading