cold

[Grin]

wetly, painfully beautiful,
but cold
understanding became tangible, palpable
and it felt like I had swallowed a knife
I turned my face from him… from it
that bright and terrible word
that keen-edged lie that shines like cut steel
as I walked from it
I walked to a cold and dry place
where the sun burned a little whiter
a little weaker
my back to my loves
to my lives
my eyes straight ahead
seeing nothing
seeing nothing and understanding it
would that I wept
would that I had stood there screaming, alone
when it took form
instead,
a comfort overtook me
stunning me – I reeled
a syrupy warmth
and an itch with bony fingers
I was consumed
my eyes burned
and swam in the purple of a new bruise
thus, I woke
rose
and went to trouble daylight
and bring it down

 

[harraser]

it took me a couple of reads to feel I understood this but now that I feel I do I really like it.... to me it had a sort of hurt and confused feeling, a feeling Im familiar with.
Id love to read more of you writing, I enjoyed this a lot