Together we wither.
Desperate dysfunctional symbiosis.
Roots wreathe mutual asphyxiation
But we bloom brief, bright
Necrotic ecstasy.
Our small deaths assure me that I’m alive.
Tag: octpowrimo
02/11/19
No unit of time captures precisely enough;
No combination of words adequately conveys:
The severity of my missing you,
The richness of my love.
01/11/19
Welcome yourself to Yesvember.
Accept one month of possibilities
Knowing that success is in trusting yourself.
So many worlds can be built in thirty days.
23/10/19
I clutch hard.
Wet eyes bulge wide.
I choke;
Mat hair,
Rip skin,
Bite flesh.
I suffocate. I drown.
Culprit and victim.
Every single time.
Tanka: Crisp
Teeth clench cold hard air
Chattering meaninglessly,
Involuntary.
Nature elicits reflex;
Bodies aware, minds elsewhere.
5-7-5-7-7
[29/09/19]
20/10/19
Sitting on drafts.
Long-necked, leggy and awkward.
Skeletal structures,
Suspensory ligments,
Giving way to flocculent notions.
Let prehensile tongues masticate
The roughage of verdant words.
12/10/19
Creased face,
Open-mouthed and wet.
Gulping and heaving.
A suffocating realisation
That you may never possess the capacity
To differentiate my laughter from my sobs.
