The Cereal Days
The narrator is tired of eating poisoned cereal.
How long
How long
How long
How long
Can I wet my lips and swallow the poison
In my cereal before it kills me?
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I dream of days full of rain and sleet and cracks
Splintering white across a dark sky
And I dream of the faces they illuminate.
Pale smiles in the storm light,
Crooning melodies beside the thunder.
.
What am I holding in my hands?
They unfurl and reveal dead birds and bad decisions
Both wet and matted with blood.
Not the bird's but mine from my bleeding heart
And words too sympathetic for the devil
I'm throwing them at.
.
The memories are rancid
But I keep shoving them down my throat
In the hopes that one of them will nourish
The shrinking cave in my gut.
I am starving,
Hungry for wet lash lines and truth.
.
I am falling asleep where I stand
Dreaming of the eyes in the clouds
And the golden honey in your smile.
Where will I stand when the birds fall from the sky?
How long can I endure the dismal dark
Of the days before you came?
.
There is no answer for me to find,
Only the bottom of another poisoned bowl of cereal.
But I will keep pouring the Cheerios
Into their ceramic cradle
And splash it with milk and toxicity
To catch one hallucinogenic glimpse of you again.
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Comments (1)
So sad and moving. Love it, Silver Serpent 💕🙂