Desperate Mouths

By Trilby Severn

Wed, 25 Sep 2013
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The unwritten poems
scold in permanent ellipses
around your once good heart.
 
Your chest embedded
with millions of noxious stars.
A mosaic of steel blades
adherent to your skin,
 
The mesmerism of nostalgia,
glows vivacious in a rage;
Combusting,
like an all knowing flame-
The essence memories have made.
 
The godless yellow light,
casts out the toxic reprisals
That've forever stained
your legs
with a glaze of our former selves.
 
Two cadavers forced together,
soiled by desperate mouths.
A half-hearted plea,
of what could never be,
stung by moral curses,
and awful recollections.
 
Memories are all that's left,
buzzing like millions of fireflies
stinging our eyes amid twilight
to enliven our reveries,
 
I've given in
to reminiscing.
I'm more forgiving,
after all the time
I've spent
mourning you, Love
I've become
visionless
in your rarity.
Certificate U
Poem
Life
Love

Comments

Submitted by maisie on

how do you mourn if you're both dead?

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!