Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 8, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

05-08-05 sunday 10:20pm

if it's close enough. only a minute before or after. let yourself feel it. don't leave it time to rot.

if the listening grows tired of. and you find yourself left with numb memories begging to feel again. don't let them.

they're long since dead. don't let them fool you.

they surely will, if you let them.

at the bottom of. down where the light tapers off into the grey cavities of your heart. below the bubbles. under the rim. where the sinshine changes to darkness as it passes through.

i never knew how to live. only how to watch them as they would. i didn't envy them. those lives they took. only how readily they were taken. perfectly assumed.

i've never needed to live. but i've often had an urge to taste it. as it would sweat through their skin while they reveled in the oceans of flesh they were drowning in.

i'm not better. just so aware of how much worse.

every moment like acid burned into.

i don't have to remember. it always hurts.

all the years as they offer salvation. taking these scars. rearranging them after the fact..

not ugly. not beautiful.

just life gasping for air as its lungs collapse.