Pin me to the sun, I begged you once. And you took me to your sky. You showed me eternity burning, blown autumn with the cinders of perdition.
In the hours when you sleep, I lie awake. The loss of you still wrapped around me in blankets. I am scattered, the edges of my mind blurred and rubbed out. The parade of me called off. Switched off. Temper the sound of my breath. My heart beat. I dream of ghosts, fevered and recycled demons, clawing Marley at my door. Flicking channels, I seek out my own fear in cinematic nightmares. Another autopsy of death drawn scarlet on snow. Another scream of innocence, muted down to 4am. I am cold. Disenchanted by the mechanics of terror. I hold a spyglass to catch the light of dead stars, but that smoke in soft curls still burns. When you sleep. Sometimes, I miss your silence more than your words.
And all that is left of me is the scent of roses, on your skin.
“Sometimes I miss your silence more than your words” – I absolutely love that line. Interesting piece as always – excellent stuff.
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Thanks Nik, sleep deprivation is apparently my muse now.
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I finish work for 3 weeks as of tomorrow at which point I intend to search for my muse. Or drink wine. Or both.
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Wine. Three weeks off work. What muse could resist?
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Haha! My inspiration generally takes the form of a foulmouthed cat – she’s more of a tequila girl but we should be ok…
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Tequila muses are the best. You never can tell where you’re gonna end up, but there’ll be sombreros, parallel narrative and a bucket.
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So much poetry here for such a short piece. It feels very inspired. I admire the way you convey emotion with flashes of imagery that seem very personal yet are so easy for the reader to relate to.
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Flashes of imagery, I love that. You are awesome, thank you 💕
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I love how you can make me feel however you want me to. ❤
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Then I’m gonna write a whole caravan of laughter and joy, my friend.
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❤ You're lovely!
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I agree with Oglach…. This is poetry, my friend….Really good poetry!
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I am sitting in a cafe, resplendent in my inability to string a coherent sentence together. Thank goodness you popped by.
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