Her headphones are in
and she moves
like a dancer on an empty stage,
like liquid lightning,
completely unaware
of my ghostly apparition.
My hands ache,
dusty skin coiled in balled fists,
from the memory
of the times they were graced
to harness
her electric Elysium.
I can't look away,
though every second she lingers
is an hour of pain,
dull eyes burning
in the scope of an eclipse,
staring too long
at a sun whose light can warm,
but also
can scorch the earth.
My ribs retract,
and a hand not my own
tears
the beating tumor
from the center of my chest,
a sacrifice offered
to a goddess
who never even notices...
or chooses not to.
YOU ARE READING
~ Poems ~
PoetryIn this book, you will find multiple poems written in english (thanks captain obvious). Why do I write in english ? Because I want to improve my english, and because this language works perfectly with poetry in my view. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy...
