Corneal Static
A Poem
Darkness enveloping darkness
eyes soaring scouring sinking
searching redemption
No
none
no light
not outside not within
no silence
nothing
but a hundred white dots
taunting trembling treacherous dots
engulfing entrapping entangling
(Exfoliating?
Extravagance!)
Extraordinary dots
peeling the dry corneas of my soul
reaching inside getting ready to gut the grieving thoughts
blink
No tears
just a thousand white dots
multiplying like meercats, suricats, or just angry cats
with their claws and their cackling screeches
deft ears picking up on screams long gone
your voice
echoing in this nauseating nothingness
A million white dots
mullying over whether I deserve a second chance
Mullying?
Mull-y-ing
Mulling?
M U L L I N G O V E R
What's "deserve" ?
What's "second"?
Why?
their words their worlds their choice
for they have filled and taken every piece of me that smelled like you
there’s nothing left behind my eyes but darkness
living breathing darkness
made of dots
.
About the Creator
Sasha Desideri
Philosopher, adventurer, mother, and passionate words-lover
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