The world became too much one day in June,Dark tendrils of fear suffocating your journey,Numbers and opinions so deafeningly loud,And so you existed elsewhere. Nothing but a white void,Above and below,Dimensionless and textureless,Static and silent. This place was luminous, safe … 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
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
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
They say that I brux, A four letter word with no exclamation. It’s the name they give to the pain, Of trying to grind your body to dust. Of trying to keep the scars from bleeding Of trying to forget … Continue reading
Your sweat smells different, More sour, When it’s laced with fear. Liquid terror running down In rivulets Sprung from droplets Profound and desperate To escape from your pores. Let’s bottle it all, While you shiver, And use it as warpaint. … Continue reading
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On a night of ferocious joy, You catch me, dangling feathered charms again along the bow. Your face contorts, Just please let Jupiter explain, Why I don’t dance. The sky is static now, Freezing my demeanor, Splaying out my panic. … Continue reading
Shamans and debutantes await the procession. Red macrame and torn eiderdown Fleet, infusive where silver was lacking. Who will float away inside this parade? I tell the cellists to bolster their bridges, Somewhere the chorus are warming their throats, We wait … Continue reading