Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 2, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

thursday 10pm 02-02-06

you breed in my thoughts. multiplying exponentially. bitter becomes broken. broken leads to acceptance. clarity.

favors not undone. parables of the soul. written in inks too thin. your distance is your virtue as i stare. everything so remote. real only in the way that dreams are after you've awoken. the sensations lingering like smoke after the fire has gone out.

it doesn't seem to matter where it starts. only where it leads. even the softest fabrics chafe your skin if you rub against them hard enough. you want to be closer to it, but you're already as close as you can get. long sleeves aren't always long enough. you're not comfortable having your wrists exposed. even when no one's there.

we tell ourselves it's over. but we don't get to decide when it ends. it clings to us like the smell of sex. until it's ready to leave. the thicker your skin, the longer it lasts.

and i don't need to be the only one who remembers, but i always am. left holding that empty cup. the scent of its former contents filling my senses. i didn't want it, but there it is in my hands. wreaking of what's been drained from it. and waiting for me to take another sip.