February 6, 2012
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45 - Nightly
Swallow me, night
instead of this incessant chewing,
cruel ruminations.
No more spiked tongue, only of night, raking deep
into and across my mind
dragging neuronal connections from one painful thought
to the next suppressed doubt,
all treadmilling on memories of rejection.
I forgive, night, your joylessness,
but what about painlessness? My peace?
Your emptiness is unbalanced, and thus
depraved, perverse.
We roll in twisted forms,
tumbling upon the slopes of
smiling incisors
being chewed,
ruminating,
chewed,
falling
the same fall
of yesterday's nightmare.
Comments (2)
This is incredible. Love it.<3
I'm always, always in awe when I read your writing.
Can't help but put myself there, inside the thoughts you've written down.
It is possibly the closest one could say you're touching someone else's soul from a distance.
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