Side note: Far too beautiful not to re-blog, an accomplished poet and even her prose is brilliant. I feel this.
His lips sought mine in the darkness and he found my wrists that glittered with mercury. It was poisoning my bloodstream until he pulled my soft lips from the blind waters where I had been drowning. He ripped the hazy thoughts from my mind after he grabbed the bottles from my hands. We sat in our salt-stained remains, waiting for the end of beauty to come while the waves crashed before our fearful forms. From the fear came lightning eyes and electric words, clashing from tongue to tears. We held on to nothing but the rocks that would drag us into our deepest dreams.
Somewhere along the agony, the screaming, we found each other. The love we experienced would let him touch the sun one day, then dash him into ash on the next. We spun into existence and then right back out, finding each other on the sides of highways, watching the people pass much like Clarisse had. I ventured out farther than the smudged yellows and peeling billboards, only to be held back with his iron hands. It was a force that even he could not resist, the desperation to hold me from the imminent obliteration for just a moment longer.
Our love blossomed into the greatest tree when it was still a part of life, before it had become connected to our souls and wound us together in the sky. It dug its roots deep into the soil of nights in the movies and across parking lots where I saw his face in the shadows and claimed him as mine. We watched the rains travel so swiftly along our pulsing, fluttering beings but did not cry out when the rain fell, for we knew the rivers would separate as our destiny cut its path into both of our hearts.
The finish was planned in bathtubs stained red and lipstick running as goosebumps climbed along his mole-mapped back. It was a kind of destruction that kicked up storms and shook mountains. We were not lifeless, for we had become the effluent waters that of which we could sail upon with our dying whispers to be carried in the breeze. It was a beautiful ending, for it never closed like our ever-open marbles which glinted dangerously inside our skulls. There were two separate finishes, though, both of us at peace with nothing and we were still existing in the bare clouds that would never let go of their heaving worries.
I went before him, which was the only thing that brought honest color to his eyes, showing him that the darkness was just the nonexistence of light, of worry, of wonder. I knew the cracking and splintering air was due to his bellows as he stumbled along the chartreuse towels and the bloody bath that sucked my energy away. Finally I could taste the rain on my lips, finally I was a dying mist that would find the sea.
Little did I know, he was coming after me.
S’s Note: This is quite lovely. I can indeed relate.
who am I but a dreamer
with no eyes, willing my heart
to see things that it shall so despise,
setting myself apart from the rest,
wanting to rip this soul from it’s chest,
I feel morbid, though I want to see the sun shine,
why wont this feeling, oh quite so horrid, leave thine
soul, to empty itself unto another fool, this pain has taken it’s toll,
and I think that I have had enough, for this life is too rough
Side note: THIS!
Though I am a writer,
sometimes I run out of words.
So though I wish to help you know,
I hardly know myself.
No, I’m not angry,
I wish things were different,
but instead they are….
I don’t know what to tell you,
so I’ll just say……
To put it unpoetically,
I have to save myself this time.
The pain is too much,
I can’t sleep, I gasp for air.
Inside my body I am shriveling,
I roll over and stare into the ceiling shadows
where demons play catch with their heads
and lead me to the wrong doors.
Outside I am acutely aware of the cars
playing musical chairs with freeway lanes,
My mind is a medley of my thoughts
and a burning in my uterus, intestines
falling out of place.