A drop of blood
a skin flake
a hair follicle
falling from me
and leaving a trail
far deeper
than I ever realized.
– matt at shadow of iris
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Lift the cage
that imprisons the heart
an active movement
a contraction of muscle
an increase of volume.
Holding onto you
holding onto her
holding on to every
last touch
never letting go
of a single caress
each one there
just below the surface
until my own soul
is crowded
by too many
playful snuggles
gentle squeezes
soft cuddles
a numbing feeling
a haunting sense
of disconnect
breaking down
melting
merging with
the stars.
The transport of oxygen
down the throat
into the lungs
down slender passages
narrower with each branching
to where tiny blue cells
cry out desperately
for
euphoria
inebriation
freedom.
Too many me’s
too many you’s
you chasing me
me chasing you
across empty hills
on a warm summer’s eve
with the sky
a burnt orange
dried rusty blood
knives, axes and
scythes
you after me
me after you
faceless now
indistinguishable revelers
going at it
late into the night.
Rapid oxidation
releases heat
but little light
just more and more
hot air.
A gentle reflection
among the ripples
your existence wavering
as you stand alone
in the cold
ankle deep water
out there
among the trees
beneath a canopy of branches
where what little sun
that seeps through
barely brightens
yellow mists;
you’ve nothing left
and only air
to cling to
while you wait for the one
who has never known
you are there
a vision of a soul
a ghost in a machine
somewhere out there.
– matt at shadow of iris
[Parts of this poem were inspired by the works of Esao Andrews.]
