mind.wolf

I felt for a moment, earlier on, as if my sight was leaving me…
I could focus on nothing and all objects were blurred.
My head felt as if it sled and gashed the jagged edge of old wood, carrying with it the faith of my suffering and an unending thump.

I had not eaten and foolishly had I carried my degradation as somewhat of a trophy, silently and proud, my body and its decay as my own trophy…knowing that only I could withstand my own horrors and live…but alas I have gone too far and have allowed my circumstance, like a snake, to uncoil itself and ravel from my grip with poisonous snares at my life.

I feel a disconnection as i walk the streets, a nothingness with everything around me and as I hurry into my head with these stubborn thoughts, I am drawn to my left, only to see the sun’s end, shattering pinks throughout the sky as it sinks deep, its full orange perfection glowing and drowning…what magnificence, terrifying and true.

…before desire

She was a protector, a friend and a home.

I call you, “my little tea cup.”
I wake up on mornings to you from your floor…
obviously I’m talking about Obsidian and those days past.
Those days, those memories, they are my place of dwelling…
and on evenings when I am able to, i easily detach myself from the now and slip into my thoughts…these thoughts, my home.

You ask if we will ever need anyone else…your silhouette arched towards the window, the leaves breaking and the glow from your lips passed to mine…
“We need only each other Anie, and let the rest find us when they find us”.

I became a bliss…a subtle birth of happiness…quiet under your warmth…I became the night while you slept, returning to you my most precious strength…
and this i replay constantly upon my torturous now, my days of daggers., my aching and my reason for escape…my reason to return.