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- Sunlight trickling through the branches of trees still bare,
the light lingering a moment more each afternoon
building up to erase more darkness as each day passes.
Snow melting, replaced by rain.
Dust, mud, sand,
following a stream of water down the side of the pavement. -
the madness re-enters me. I imagine it like demon possession.
It talks,
and it sounds like I say something.
It walks,
and my body moves the same direction.
It screams,
and it might have been that a sound escaped my vocal cords over my tongue and out through my slightly parted, painted red, lips. It might have also just stayed inside my skull.
I can never tell.
Thought by thought, I get stained.
One at a time they come, dripping in something black.
Sharp images;
The white skin on the inside of the arm. A vein, green under the skin, moving from underneath the hand up the arm.
A flash.
Steele, glistening gray and silvery. Rectangular. The bottom thinned out, sharpened. Like white gold in the glow of a candle. At the top, cut out circles and squares, enabling fastening it.
Flashes so vivid they could be real. Suddenly placed in my mind. I rearrange them to get the last peace. To combine them. Longingly I imagine placing the metal to the white skin, pressing down, feeling the momentary release.
I dream of breaking the soft skin, opening it up, and I fear I will. But I hold my breath and hope I won't.
By the time that the sunshine warms up the air by daytime and the nighttime darkness has receded, when skirts and converse and jean jacket is reintroduced, I will have lost my mind completely. Yet, like every year, I await the light, the sunshine, spring,
eagerly.
Poetry by kristallkross
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Written on 2012-02-24 at 09:10
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Sunlit
At the same rate spring seems to approach,- Sunlight trickling through the branches of trees still bare,
the light lingering a moment more each afternoon
building up to erase more darkness as each day passes.
Snow melting, replaced by rain.
Dust, mud, sand,
following a stream of water down the side of the pavement. -
the madness re-enters me. I imagine it like demon possession.
It talks,
and it sounds like I say something.
It walks,
and my body moves the same direction.
It screams,
and it might have been that a sound escaped my vocal cords over my tongue and out through my slightly parted, painted red, lips. It might have also just stayed inside my skull.
I can never tell.
Thought by thought, I get stained.
One at a time they come, dripping in something black.
Sharp images;
The white skin on the inside of the arm. A vein, green under the skin, moving from underneath the hand up the arm.
A flash.
Steele, glistening gray and silvery. Rectangular. The bottom thinned out, sharpened. Like white gold in the glow of a candle. At the top, cut out circles and squares, enabling fastening it.
Flashes so vivid they could be real. Suddenly placed in my mind. I rearrange them to get the last peace. To combine them. Longingly I imagine placing the metal to the white skin, pressing down, feeling the momentary release.
I dream of breaking the soft skin, opening it up, and I fear I will. But I hold my breath and hope I won't.
By the time that the sunshine warms up the air by daytime and the nighttime darkness has receded, when skirts and converse and jean jacket is reintroduced, I will have lost my mind completely. Yet, like every year, I await the light, the sunshine, spring,
eagerly.
Poetry by kristallkross
Read 564 times
Written on 2012-02-24 at 09:10
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