come now
sit down on firm ground
grind your thighs
into the sandy soil
let your weight sink in
grains trickling between
your fingers tickling
between your toes
sighing smiling
swimmingly sleepily
before you know it
the winds picked up
your nose wrinkles
specs whipped
achoo goes a spasm
that wrinkles you
weathers you
like the cliffs face
withered but proud
staring north bald
from exposure
besides stubby
grassy hairs
a grey wind whistles
a long mist fences
with the trees
that line the edge
of the forest
dense and vast
shes fast
approaching
soon youre just sat
on the verge
looking out
into salty abyss
vicious waves
and galloping sails
gripped by the current
sucked by the siren
the lights house
self righteously looms
over the bay
approaching darkness
drip drip dripping
in deep blue that
descends and
the air thick
and the spray slick
yanked from the banks
towards shore
night calls there
are no bright lights
round this way
not this time of year
nor any
so safe
for the pale moon
to show face
big, full and dusty
her troupes advance
her soldiers march
horses foaming at the mouth
you slap your sticky feet
in and out
of sloppy sand
that traps
sink and snap
you run but do you
pace the same spot
allowing an away
quite far and forever
feet first
muddy muck under nail
and then slink
down drown
as she looks down
from her throne
in her voiled sky
her violent side
crowned by a halo she
sends the tide by night
mares making light
work of your doom
meeting my fate
my feet are wet
why
am i awake?
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Dethroned
I've returned from dehydration in the arid desert. I've resurfaced from forced hiatus in isolated Siberia. You held too much influence and power in just one useless finger. But I had the common sense to finally push you away so you wouldn't linger. A pariah speaking at a different frequency than me. We were speaking in tongues and alternating tones that neither of us could decipher. This vendetta will outlast us both. I've placed myself back on the altar and knocked you off your pedestal. Invincible and supreme, there's nothing more you can throw at me. You made me yield when I should have skyrocketed. The defeat you had orchestrated will backfire on you. The elaborate cage you trained me in couldn't withstand my wrath. I've destroyed the illusions you had set in stone. The firing squad is here to finish what I started. Execution by guillotine is a waste of energy. Trial by fire is the best way to go. I've yielded too many times and now the answer is simply no. I wasn't afraid to die with you by my side. I was afraid to live and not dare step out from under your shadow. The fearmonger in me sought more than anything you were ever gracious enough to hand to me. This isn't love nor was it madness. It was an excuse to stay stagnant that made my insanity completely pointless. I assumed we shared our sickness together but it was I who suffered alone. You made your exit so sudden that I was left with this burden to exist alone. You thought you had made this choice for me. I thought I would avenge myself but it is my silence that will speak volumes for me. My choice to remain supreme will perform the spectacle you will never witness. My ability to be invincible is the moment you will never see. Some people will tear themselves apart to find their worth. I always knew I was. I just couldn't locate it until I eradicated you first. You forced me to capitulate and emulate surrender. But I never acquiesced and I never will. The only armistice I agree to is emancipation. Keep your shield up and your armor intact. You may need it when I strike you down and step over your corpse to find my ultimate peace. Misery cannot find me. There is nothing more you can do to deplete me
By Anna Torres5 days ago in Poets
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