Lilac moonlight
Drips from silken eyelashes
Fingertips flit through
Indigo tresses
Doused in starshine
Engulfed
Swallowed from the
Inside
A kaleidoscopic
Fractal display
Of sensual abundance
Races my mind
Words form and play
Screaming in the hollow
High pitched echoing
Of a younger self
I can’t quite remember hearing
I know
There’s sound somewhere
Hiding in the rafters
Like Orchids dangling
Yards above the ground
Waves bouncing
Reverberating
Never reaching these
Burgundy ears
Freezing in the cold open
Unable to force air
From my lungs
Through paralyzed chords
So I slink
Disconcerted
From scene to scene
Melting, tumbling down
The trickling time stream
Like a rabbit down a hole
Icy, cold, and rock-beaten
Blurry blobs dance before
Amethyst eyes
Fading, consumed
By the inky gloom
Closing in on the
Edges of my vision
This heavy weakness
A cloying sweetness
Like a glaze
Oozing
A malaise stealing
My light and breath
Frigid waters
Embracing
Enveloping my
Essence
Crystalizing
Unto death
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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