crows wings resound with me
as i dance before you
us in the dark
and you can feel me moving
and the image of me in your mind is fleeting
and blurry and bleeding through the floorboards
my hands hold the air silently
urgently you grab my wrists
in us is fear and astonishment and black
wolf of so often my mind
and some times yours too
your eyes drift off to the far away picture
of me on the floor blind and outlined in red
YOU ARE READING
my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
