The lines of my skeleton
Hug the infinite circle of your finger when I'm lucky.
Darkness seizes my sight
When I'm not, closed away in a drawer that smells.
Ticket stubs and incense
Rattle around beside me like broken, desperate pleas.
As though you'll listen.
~
My bones are white silver and I've been dragged
Through the crust
To satisfy the peculiar ignorance curdling in your chest.
You eat where you fuck
And somehow I've turned into an accessory to all this
Unfathomable madness,
Curled around your finger like a hungry witness.
~
You satisfy me.
The hunger burning holes in my retinas, shining through,
From the inside out,
Clashes with the ice-cold cruelty of you and your conquests
And it satisfies.
The ache inside my chest bubbling, ripping, clawing me open
Dies beside your touch.
~
I am a silver fly on the wall to your transgressions and please,
Don't remove me.
Fix me up and touch me when your guilt gallops,
Put me away
When you cannot tolerate what I represent any longer
But please...
Do not dream of pulling me off and throwing me away.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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