Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 16, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

07-16-05 saturday 10:37pm

yesterday doesn't remember me anymore. but i do her. the sweaty smell of her fear. the red of her first puncture.

it flowed like a river and carved a canyon into this mountain range.

and even after the wound had finally closed up, the trench it dug still remained.

i think i loved her once. everything she gave and quickly took away. i loved receiving her. and loved losing her even more.

i decided who i'd be one night parked at the waterfront. the summer night taunting with thunderstorms. eager heart. impotent pen. i said goodbye to her and never returned.

i made a choice one night to not be myself anymore. i made that choice. and i've been making it ever since.

in the blood i left behind. in the blood i drew long before that. in every star i've ever looked up at when my legs couldn't stand not to move.

in the eyes that glowed agaisnt the darkness as fingers curled toward. in the heat that radiated from those pauses.

the doors i've opened that just won't close.