The shadows under my eyes grow claws,
the better to drag slowly down my chalkboard face.
The shriek is dog-whistle silent and self-wrought.
//
In the mirror, they move like smoke,
found in the stolen glances
of places I have already and not yet looked.
//
Gently purple, like your wine-stained kisses,
ashy blue, like dusk-borne rain clouds,
tissue paper thin and saltwater studded.
//
The shadows under my eyes deepen;
twilight into midnight, caked with dried flecks of grief,
moon-sent bruises; I’m kissed by passive violence.
//
The shadows under my eyes grow claws;
they caress my face, like you used to,
and now my eyes are bleeding.
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Comments (4)
so beautiful and raw, i love it so much!
The inner, silent agony of forgetfulness & neglect, powerfully described here. Well done, Chloe.
Terrific! What a fascinating poem!
Woah! Love this, Chloe! So raw and sad...angry even at places!