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Stardust drips
in Southern Cross directions
lost at sea
floundering in the nothingness
counting seagulls
and island torches
branding the sky
with delirious connections
traveling beyond the speed,
22 knots to nowhere
and sinking fast

SOS carved
in summer clouds
threatening distractions
floating silently in our heads
as we bail out,
tossing salt water worries
overboard as
barnacle beliefs wait
beneath the surface
of our dreams

A lone timber,
nails protruding,
rotting slowly
is held for dear life
as tridents and trishulas
flail in withered hands
breaking seas,
angry waves bend
dissipating into
misted blankets as
foghorn signals
bellow in needled warnings
like a skipping album
drowning in its
own repetition

Drip
Drip
Drip
Is all you hear
In the dark silence
Of the night

You can feel their hot breath
Dancing on the back of your neck
And you turn and look behind you
To see nothing

You can smell the blood on their teeth
From their last ****
But your nose
Leads you no where

You reach out into the blackness
And feel nothing
But smoke and mirrors

You don't know where they are
What they are
Who they seem to be
Why they're after you
Or when they're coming to feast

All you can do
Is *wait
And wait
And wait
Until the beasts **strike

Stay back
Don't get to close
The quietest of us
Fear the most

We fear
And fight our demons
While life passes by
But no one can hear a sound
No one sees enough to ask why

The prison of silence can be torture
Being here all alone
But for some of us it's a blessing
To not have someone asking if we're home

For me it's best to be kept away
So those around me don't hurt
For my heart is constructed of ice
But my mind is built of fire
Conflicting within me
Making my need for isolation more dire

Here in my kingdom of ice and fire
I am the queen
Ruling however I please
With a civil war on the horizon
Yet floating through time with ease

So you wonder why people ignore us
Well for some know all to well
That the quietest of us can be the most dangerous
The wild cards that can't be helped

But don't worry
Not all of us strike poison
So if you dare go greet them
Make sure to bring your knives

Nowadays I know
That I still exist
Even when you don't say goodnight.