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Obsidian

 
palms slide 
across the sharp edges of agony 
a throb slowly building 
in the low notes of song 
voice lowered 
husky 
seduced 
by the tones of mourning keys 
sax in the shadows 
wailing 
a long slow caress down arching spine 
and the hollow echoes of spectral cello 
reverberation thrumming longing 
will the pain never cease 
blood trails trickle 
five fingers spread 
along the walls of fractured being 
surfaces not safe to touch 
their splinters & shards have a two-way cut 
as haunted forest eyes watch in recognition 
shadow boxing the night 
one jab unducked brings me to my knees 
wincing with its sharp piercing 
please stop the keening 

I remember... 

this place is not so forlorn 
as midnight shelters & embraces 
smothering 
a sad sigh of homecoming 
wrenched from thoughts of tomorrow 
light a candle for lost souls 
upon their graves of belonging 
know this truth 
there is beauty to be found in the elegant kiss of sorrow 
so for this moment...
let me be 
drape me in obsidian 
darkness becomes me...


Written by WillowsWhimsies
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