Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 29, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

10-29-05 saturday 12:58am

empty beds. stiffened sheets. smelling of nights so long gone that even love doesn't react to the scent.

little hours. in their little days. decomposing one moment at a time.

it lasts forever. and yet it lasts only seconds. everything lives and dies in that first breath. crippled lungs imagining how fresh air would taste.

the hollow glass chimes like a bell as it presses against my lips. in my head the hours count down to the last one that i have left.

in my memory all the words were kind. and you were kind to them. though in reality we haven't even spoken.

nothing to say. nothing to recant. just waiting. thinking. wondering if that fever in your eyes has stuck. how warm it was. how cold it's since become.

not the cure. not the infection. just time lapse heart out of focus. and pictures taken undeveloped.

10-29-05 saturday 10:42pm

ophelia's smile parts the night. divided as it is between what we know now and what we once thought we did.

i can't change my mind. can't change yours.

there should be no need.

the colors run. the colors walk. wherever they are is where we must go with them. clouds without a sun. skulking the sky in shame for the world they've lost.

i can't lie. i can't pretend. why should i ever need to? can you not know how it feels to be so helpless. that every word is not your own. that every friend you suspect must be a trojan horse.

protest too much. yes i do. now that denial is all i have left. to every corner it echoes. blocking every doorway. closing every window.

every word they speak to me must be a lie until it's proven otherwise.