It was not alone the dubious humanity-denying unicorn that proudly pointing adorns her shelf, nor yet the unpretentiously playful patterns that wholly unrestrained ranged gleefully across the walls of her hearth and heart and home.
The carefully crafted colors mischievous sparkling, the music that deftly swam through his thoughts, the snow that fell on the streets outside as sighing the wind whispered peaceful promises of hope while lovers clutched one another ever more tightly.
No, what commanded his thoughts—most peculiarly most incessantly as time drew on and the dawn distant silently sullenly wondered why he stood there still when night as yet a breathing broken rest no comfort could him afford while the world slumbered—
was simply this: that as snow fell and melted below and the stars grew dim and disappeared from view, yet still he ever wakeful longed for the one thing he lacked the courage to imploring seek despite the eager urgings of his pleading plaintive heart:
Again they come before me these constant spectres eyeless, mouthless, faceless, pacing across my ragged breath as I watch the fading sun, weary wanderer, sluggishly dip at last beyond the hills, no longer caring for the day.
Ravenous, these ghouls sally fourth, palely pouring across the brittle sky, more voracious they than I had ever seen them, swiftly consuming the fractured sun which bleeds yellows and reds across the angry heavens.
I knew them, I am sure, I must have, for why else would they shadow my days if not for the chance to accept the offer of my self to sustain their petty vindictive needs, feeding oh so grossly on the flesh
that once shrouded my heart.
[Once again I must thank Allison for her inspiration, having drawn from her “black” certain images and words that fed upon my thoughts. I highly recommend her collection of poems, Vein, which you can find here.]
i still remember a horse
as massive as a house
and how my legs shivered
clutching at its dusty sides
begging to come down
oh please, god, please
just let me come down
i remember how they stared
how they laughed at my timidity
at the absurdity of fear
in a land of leathery skin
but even as a child i knew
that there was something fierce
something unbelievably urgent
about trembling flesh
and days that wandered into night
without a hint of morning