falling into the night

return me to this age         you’ve fallen to before

a timeless, shapeless       gift of  ideals        rich in process of thought

it sits below surface                 unable to breathe                or escape above derma…

you’ve returned me              motionless            to vaporize        within this ventricle

of hot steam                            within this              language of longing

that now escapes                   and scars me…

lost in the fury                         of non-techinique             abscess groans under skin

sitting  it out or waiting  to explode               rich           wet with desire

but wordless in frustration                 skin crawls          bringing itching    allergic reaction

syntax escapes        into every minute     as distraction wins       each syllable loses to sound

shimmering silver in                   its intensity     it disappears     leaving  nothing…

the deepest scratch offers              no relief        as nails rake skin

the deepest longing brings                nothing to this   unfilled void

what brings you here               night after night      to land’s end

where is that moon                    that hung at fenceline    moving closer to reach            in the  night

then disappeared…

explode this ink to word                      word to paper                  paper to ravaged skin

skin to fingertip        fingertips pounding to screen                screen instead darkens                    

to scream after scream…

whyare you here      questioning its reasons       for wisely  falling into the night

by falling              it escaped      smiling       while  leaving me       silenced    in this  darkness

etching into me           its line and slivers            of lonely            isolating  night      

but hear the whispers

while i stay          fallen in its wake

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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