Long forgotten,
delirious memories haunt,
reclaiming us in
the exhilarated clutches of
terror;
things we would have said left
hanging in the jaws
of bloodied twilight.
Swallowed into jet black
night,
trapped in sparkling darkness
my voice collapses
into a mute,
crackling
whisper.
Discarded remnants,
fossils of another time
reincarnate:
all-consuming,
dangerous.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment
One Art, to recognize, must be,
Another Art to Praise.
- Emily Dickinson