non-reflective surface

[Dastrix Slogan]

the slow moving clouds
slow throbbing vein of purple and orange
slowy tells of the reason
the evening sky asks me to slit her wrists

incision
unremorsed

a thin red blade flecks its path
unevenly
across the city
this is the dotted line that tears the beginning
off the end

her womb rips open
and red agression rushes in from above

painting the placating that concealed her face
crimson the coveted caricatures
that kept us from caring

suffocating the shelters of our shame
where our wonder folded beneath our fists
as we kicked in its ribs while it begged us to wake

rupturing the eyeless umbilicals
from the holes into which we threw our souls
whos teeth chewed them merrily each eve

and oh will the dry river now flow
we scream for each other as it drinks us whole
never again to pass encarriaged without smile

and as her life wanes
the colour is drained from the sky
and is never again to be unmirrored
on the non-reflective surface below

 

[doofqueen]

Interesting and different imaganry(sp?)

 

[(Wordy)]

Good to see you posting again.

This reminds me a little of the Australian poet James McAuley, and particularly his work with Harold Stewart as "Ern Malley". You should check out the Ern Malley poems if you haven't already...

 

[wesmdow]

i dig it, nice and sadistic imagery.

 

[feathersioux]

....to start writing again Dastrix! Angaelic channels need release....

 

[colicolo]

very graphic. intense read.

 

[IXinX]

Vicious and depressing

I like the last lines. Makes me wonder what you mean by non reflective surface

 

[wastedwalrus]

Imagery, imagery, imagery... that's what is this wonderful poem. Nice work... a bit of a downer for me but something to marvel nonetheless.