cold
crystal through my veins.
Sharp
shingles scraping bitter truths,
etching
my soul.
Trapped
in a cobweb of memory,
lifeless
and limp,
gathering
dust.
Left
to myself and time
each
silky string would have stretched free of the next
like
disentangling memories.
Yet
your spidery lips
hissed
sounds my deadened heart
sought
to hear.
Hope
rotted within me,
killing
any new life
that
entered my cursed web.
If
you only knew the hurt,
the
crystallised pain,
gnawing
my insides
as
you, the preying widow
pounced
on embryonic dreams…
Enough.
I have tasted freedom
on
another’s lips.
And
mirrored in her eyes I saw
at
last my insect form.
Pitiful
and bruised.
Bloodshot
heart,
Shredded
wings,
Deathbed
eyes.
Knotted
in your arachnid saliva
adhesive
regret claws at my senses.
My
torn wings
batter
their fastenings
and
my stretching sinews
rip
free of your spun lair.
[2008]
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