The Bleak Shores of A Bad Heart
An unhappy ending to a loveless story.
I wanted to be near you,
Cuddled on the chest holding your precious heart.
I wanted to lean into pretty dreams
And lap up the silvery liquid
Of your thoughts,
Dip my hands into the ocean within you
And feel the gentle current
Brush against my fingertips.
.
I dreamed,
Dear God how I dreamed,
Of sleeping on your shores
And soaring through twilight skies
With you and your ever-changing landscapes.
I dreamed of summer moons,
Winter trees coated in hoar frost,
Spring rains, autumn leaves,
And you.
.
But when I peeled back the layers,
Pressed my ear to your chest...
.
I was met with horrid screeching,
The chaos of falling bombs, funeral pyres,
Lynchings, and screaming.
Black acid crept through my blood
And I was drowning in the depths of your hatred.
.
I tried to retreat but I was shackled,
Forced to endure moonless nights
And freezing summer days.
I found your shores and they
Were filled with beached whales
And the bloated corpses of slaughtered children.
.
I found your shores!
They were coated in tar,
Littered with strangled animals,
Black clouds spat flames
Across the bleak horizon.
I was their next victim.
.
The brutal cold of night came and I was forced
To drag the bodies in
And pile them around me.
They caught the wind and tossed the remains
Of the stories it held over their shoulder
Onto me as I fought through hellish sleep.
.
I woke under no sunlight and cold raindrops
Heavy with their poison.
The dead bodies had not toppled and when I peered
Over their nude chests, my heart tripped over dropped hope.
It was there, the thin line between water and air.
Ships come to the horizon
Like leeches to flesh.
.
They would come.
But how long can I stay safe inside the failure of my peers
Neither dead nor alive,
Remaining on the shores of a bleak world of endless torment?
How long can I scan the horizon before I go blind,
Before the world turns me sightless and lifeless?
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Silver Serpent Books
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About the Creator
Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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