"disbodied" poems
i still taste you on
the tip of my tongue,
sharp and silky and starry
even my neck remembers
your lazy lips and naughty violet imprint
i still see myself
fragile in your moonlit eyes
between soft blinks
and gentle crinkles
unwillingly slipping
into melting amnesias
and hazy evasion forces its way
down my throat
it dances fractals in my lungs
taunting me,
discarnate and disbodied
drifting ethereals turned ghostly fog
staining my crooked memories
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Agony at the time of the weak, simple spot of the sensor, being tore oh! Like a swift cut slicing your head off your body, you lay there unaware of the pain.
Till you try to breath and fill that you are disbodied. Blood gushing to the cement as you look at your knees in front of you
freeze
cut the scene that pain obscene.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC