he found the goddess
like so many do
in a desperate fall through foundation,
clutching to the bleak rim,
praying for context.
his last moment of wholeness
was spent with an upturned face
basking in the backlit rays
of her promise
*time passes
in a rushed imitation of
magic tricks and carnival rides*
when candlelight flew
from velvetine fingers
he hid from her shadow
humbled and yoked
the neon grin of morning
found him
clutching her breath
tucked inside the hollows
sunken through every step
there was nothing left
of his body
but two glass eyes
caught forever staring
into her waxen smile
that never thought to melt
that only broke with smoke
*tell your children:
hope is a scar
the fault, mistake
obsession with beauty
will roll you in ash
(a ghost of his telling)
and empty you’ll wake*
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
he found the goddess
like so many do
in a desperate fall through foundation,
clutching to the bleak rim,
praying for context.
his last moment of wholeness
was spent with an upturned face
basking in the backlit rays
of her promise
*time passes
in a rushed imitation of
magic tricks and carnival rides*
when candlelight flew
from velvetine fingers
he hid from her shadow
humbled and yoked
the neon grin of morning
found him
clutching her breath
tucked inside the hollows
sunken through every step
there was nothing left
of his body
but two glass eyes
caught forever staring
into her waxen smile
that never thought to melt
that only broke with smoke
*tell your children:
hope is a scar
the fault, mistake
obsession with beauty
will roll you in ash
(a ghost of his telling)
and empty you’ll wake*
Please Comment on this. It could use some constructive criticism.
