Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 2, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10-02-05 10:59pm sunday

wet matches strike impotent. the collar of the lost has no tethers attached. tagged without a destination. beleaguered by such lack of restraint. nothing to pull me in. instead everything pushes me away.

it's the hour of your arrival that you remember most as depature is imminent. that burst of light after years of darkness. that feeling of warmth that paused your shivers for a moment.

reliving it again and again. as night after night strips away another layer from the memory. and when at last all's been shed. and there's nothing left of your happiness except that naked core. finally you can see its center and you realize it was long ago dead.