Dark Poetry Prose Poetry September 25, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

09-25-05 sunday 9:54pm

when it's gone and all you've left to stare at is the dark. it's there you find. every choice you made wrapped like a noose around the throat of who you used to be.

the darkness is never so real as when inside of it you can see.

there's no backward. no forward. just where you are. where you've always been. only you don't see it. it sees you from the inside. it looks and finds something even darker.

09-25-05 sunday 10:14pm

a stray breath glances uncovered skin. the breeze of another life pushes against. making it all seem real, though it could be anything but. hands how they close so naturally without anything in them. fingers instinctively curling up over what our empty palms possess. and the memories that chatter in our thoughts convincing of us of the riches within them.

it's never over. it never starts. only passages from one moment to the next. unzipped crotches and unbuttoned hearts.

try them all on. there's no skin that fits. not the one i was born with and not anyone else's.

we're not born. we don't die and we don't live. we just linger inside these pockets of grief until we've peeled off every skin.