Ink spilled on a black sheet
spread out across dark earth
rumpled by an empty wind
creased, oozing out onto
black rose buds, opening
like ebony fans
the mouths of caves
yawning, stretched black muscles
opaque saliva
dark breath
flutters against banners
black petals cast across the dark earth
wet
wallpaper
black-on-black
twisted wallpaper pattern
of thorns, like bared teeth
lean through the gaps into empty night
snagging at your throat and wrists
blinking, blind
at roiling dark clouds
a low silence
churning out a storm of nothing
nothing
sweet fuck all
black, black, black
I just want to sleep please
When I went to Palestine
1 day ago
(Not intended to be as emo as it sounds!! I've been lying in the dark for four bloody hours and I cannot seem to get to sleep...)
ReplyDeleteThat's a poem. That's definitely a poem. I hope you will take back all your anti-poem statements. Also hope you get to sleep. x
ReplyDeleteHaha thanks - but oh dear reading it back today it sounds like lyrics to goth rock. I was just staring at the (unlit) ceiling seeing shapes. Got to sleep at 2am, eventually - it was supposed to be an early night!!
ReplyDeletevery excited to see a new post! i hope there are more to follow...
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It rises! Dear Lord, it's back.
ReplyDelete(Also: congrats on the nomination for The Event. Kick-fricking-ass.)