Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 28, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

8pm 03-28-05 monday

the thunderstorms are real again. no longer just those dark clouds lurking in memory's veins. thinning its blood. weakening its scent.

they're finally real again. not just the thunder and the lightning. but everything those sounds and sights untangle inside. the people who would mimic them. roaring into my world so abrupt. drenching it. and then disappearing just as sudden.

it's time to live again. or so the weather implies. crawl out of the den the cold has built around us. slowly. carefully. opening our eyes.

03-28-05 monday 9:52pm

leaving it up to. mercurial raindrops sprinting across the dark. spreading soft. melting lives. as the bread absorbs. time. us between those fluffy slices.

hungry yet, unable to swallow or bite down on anything even resembling nourishment.

hungry yet, your hunger is your strongest suit. heavy armor fashioned out of all that you deny yourself.

leaning in. to smell its breath. as the night spreads its jaws. exhales its lessons. the bony ridge of fangs older than your oldest pain.

its saliva covering you in the sweat of all the years it's taken.