Tuesday, August 13, 2013

In this place

It's hard to remember.

In this place,
In this place.

The sensation is overwhelming;
It burns in your chest over old wounds inflicted in the same fashion.
The scar tissue builds, and you rip it in two.

Suck in the sulphuric odour that emanates from this place.

The same place where she sleeps;
The same place where this voice whispers;
The same place where a river of amber liquid flows freely.

In this place,
In this place.

Voluminous gaze, envelop me in your sure embrace;
Hourglass, allow me to hold you,
turn you,
use you in all of my selfish ways.

Godly sun, reveal yourself to be the bastard that you are.

In this place,
In this place.

There is so much to feel here,
yet it is convoluted and dark.

My eyes are closed.
It cuts like a knife;
It bleeds.
Freely, it moves;
Loosely, I walk.

Why, in such moments of mediocrity,
the everyday passage, is what you see,
but a grasp of what is?

Loosely, I hold this;
Like sand, it runs freely through the cracks
of my fingers.

Like blood, it is thick.

Like most things, it is misunderstood.

Husk

Raising your fists to the sky,
You bellow with force enough to melt your heart.

Scream to me, you muted bastard;
Slap me, you pacified dog;
Shake me, you unrelenting shadow.

Why, with such fury & sorrow,
will you not answer me?

Where is the true nature of you?
Your guise blinds me.
I know not much of you, but your eyes speak
A different language.

Rattle me to the core, you son of a bitch.
Unrepenting composite of a person,
I am a husk.