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cave

might explain 'insomnia' (slightly)
 
 
In darkness I write her poetry
she will never read it

her cave is large, wet, dark
enfolding many murmurs and
is securely held by a sternal crustacean
splintered rib legs grasp
in defiance and desperation

it hates me
for love, it guards her

maggot stalactites grow
from its underside, undulating
in rotted life
black air hums hidden memories

she does not look up
her sunlight is
the colour of lead

we fear each other
and her guardian kills
to control her

so I write poetry she’ll never see
and nurse the maggots
on my heart
 
 

Comments

Rene' - on Jan. 26 2008

DAMN, I think I have been there before! This makes the skin crawl, well done I would say!! 

----- LIFE: I messed up, can I have a 'do over'?



I am orbiting, I don't know where, but I am orbiting something!
Mosquitobyte - on Jan. 27 2008

Great, vivid images here. Insomnia does indeed make more sense now.

End.

Mos.


Callooh - on Jan. 28 2008

Rene':

I sincerly hope not. funny what the mind forgets the body remembers. thanks much!


Callooh - on Jan. 28 2008

Mosquitobyte:

?end?

I'm all about clarity (-; ....

thanks! 
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