Crossing the thin black line
it delicately sways,
waltzing to the steady beat.
Twirling itself around securing its tantalising grip,
caressing my throat.
Whispers escape.
Lilies open their saintly petals;
their golden beacons paint the room
as lukewarm salt water dresses the wounds.
Midnight clad shadows melt away.
Edging ever closer
saintly petals press their tender kiss upon me.
Their angelic glow consumes all.
The earths volcanic core beckons me.
I twirl amongst the clouds.
The cool gusts form my many partners,
I bid them farewell.
The hills,
the rivers,
the smoke filled streets,
the terrace houses nestled in the soft bosom of the failing more sat weeping knowing she is about to welcome another soul.
Once again her evergreen tendrils must dance
as her rich brown skin lets me crawl six feet under.
YOU ARE READING
Haze.
PuisiThese are the post-medication thoughts. It is unknown how long it will take to complete, feeling is the sacrifice made for sanity.
