i fell into a star
made of molten cobwebs
held aloft by a cold morning thaw
of random perverse and pensive wishes
you fell into a moon
a solstice of stagnated sorrow
you seemed to revel in the blight
it made your dark side shine
i fell into another me
enveloped in a cold slow burn
i sweated until i shivered
and then i kept falling
you fell into you
and then you fell into me
chaotic collision of cold comfort
better than nothing
we hovered above this world of ours
angles and perceptions skewed
we could see from every side
except each others
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Woah. "angles and perceptions skewed we could see from every side except each others" Always finishing with a punch.
This poem is something else. "i fell into a star / made of molten cobwebs" is such a wild way to describe something and I can see it so perfectly. This is Top Story material, to me. Gorgeous poem!
A solstice is stagnated sorrow, damn