it's the stain of midnight, the drained sky
the moon curling its fingers around your throat
telling you that breathing is for the souls that know how to love
it's the ache in the pit of your stomach
when you see the trees dying
when you realize a forest fire is going to crawl down your throat someday
it's the desperation
how cold it is under your skin
how hungry it is to be free
to dig its way out into the world and consume everything
you thought you loved
it's drowning, the seeping of chlorine down your nostrils
the pressure of water on your chest, thumbs icy against your ribs
your lungs expanding to hold the whole swimming pool
it's the quiet stretching out its skeleton
porch light illuminating its empty body
it's loneliness.
YOU ARE READING
mercurial
Poetrymercurial (adj.) 1. (of a person) subject to sudden or unpredictable changes of mood or mind. 2. of or containing the element mercury, a poisonous element. This is an ongoing poetry collection expressing both the beauty and torment of life.
