by the sound of his voice,
silver ran through his veins like blood
and blue trailed from his hands to his eyes,
as if to say that he was too good for me.
if he was worth it, would it be this difficult?
he forced me into hyperventilation
and pushed me further and further under
the water. and kept pushing. and pushing.
the swing of his feet over the lake,
not noticing the look in my eyes. dark.
the dark of the moons underbelly,
smooth spiral of waves beneath him.
lies and lies and lies and lies.
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...
