#ashimmering
Below the surface was the whisper,
an elusive breath of wisps that
spoke in seductive subjective
innuendoes.
Never to let there presence to be seen,
they kept between the veil
of the waters crest.
below this they would drown in solitude.
But when one was between the veil and the
shallow breathes
they seduced every breath to feed there hunger.
There hunger was a boundless ocean.
And you fell in to there shoreline pool
of false promises.
Drowning in a breath of illusions pleasures.
And the the ripples splashed upon the pools
dry tears that never collected or fell.
just lingering like perspiration of the silent void.
Now filling this pool of consciousness,
with a still refection
of eyes blank and open and nothingness
swims in its pools and it devours within.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC