Crab-walking Down the Stairs
Official dance of the dissociation association
My name
Emanates
A foghorn
Creeping across the waves
The word
A knotted rope
Escaping the
Hatch connecting
Two living spaces
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Bloated and severed
Drawn out into two
Distended limbs
Reeking slurry of fear
Bulging in the back of the throat
Croaking like a frog in the mist
The mangled moniker a mystical
Passphrase, a piper’s tune, the siren song
Luring me into the murky depths
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Fear overtaken me
I scuttle, blindly
Crab walking down the stairs
Like a wave of mustard gas
I unconsentingly progress
Trembling threatens to
Pitch me into the
Deeper darkness
Right angles prodding my
Back like spears
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Realization consumes my
Consciousness
This is no summons
Nay, I’m swept up
Held captive by the
Subterranean lighthouse’s moaning
This Infernal tractor-beam
Of my undoing
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My desire to reverse course
My cries to be dredged up
From the sunken wreckage
Go unheard
Cursed to continue
Hand over foot
Slithering
Over dusty board and slat
Forever crab-walking
Into the dark
K.B. Silver
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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