Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 10, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

08-10-05 wednesday 11:36pm

time lays her gracious gifts. tomorrow beautifully wrapped.

sad presents unopened.

she couldn't be known, but was felt. with that cold method that distance creates between fire and flame.

the burning. it is dark and frigid. as the memory deflates and you're left holding its empty skin.

the lucky ones, they have. the others they want, but haven't found yet. and the luckless. they don't seek anything.

a blade of light trying to pierce the edge of a blackhole.

every cut they make quickly consuming the exit they've created.

to want is to live.

nothing wants. and i want none of it.

forever to taste, but never swallow. in a slow starvation.