carrion

[Dastrix Slogan]

the man holds his heart in retrospect
drops it onto the desert floor
and walks off uncaring
the heart is charred
it is burnt and smouldering
and makes a sound not unlike
wet sponge on glass
as it lands and cracks flakes of dry mud
he stands and examines his hand
the dirt making him wonder if it was indeed his burden to carry
but that thought is wiped off on the back of his jeans
along with dried blood and sinew
and he walks away
no longer has he the ability to carry hurt
like urine in a water bladder
now he has lost his container for love too
but he will go empty from hereon
for it became too much for him
having to pour both
into the cup at the same time
and watch others readily
take it into their mouths

 

[skjalff]

Justin! Havent seen your posts forever, provided I wasnt around much myself (( Awesome piece, very vivid and touching imagery!! Seems to me like it provides a perspective opposite to the one from that piece where a man finds his brush and sets off to paint a new picture.. Great write and nice to see you again!


gene

 

[neverwas]

sometimes you can give so much you dont realise how much it actually drains you then you ends up empty

excellent writting. much love!