the dark

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the dark

we walked in the soft underbelly of a ghost-town
beneath a somber sky and broken constellations
the ripe scent of rot and the taste of dead leaves
the stale recycled air
I inhaled what she breathes
stuck in the season of decay and sentenced to time
unraveling us like yarn
our tangled hearts were our crime
she knew about that cold betrayal from forked tongues
their slight twists kill
like heartache holding a gun
I knew quiet fury boiling in eyes and the silk-gloves
iron-fists that bruise,
bleed and rage
and call it love
we hear the reverberations of each others thoughts
like silent crashing tides
“let us take comfort in the dark”

 

[Hannah Capps]

Normally I'm not rendered speechless, but this piece has done so. Self evident heartache speaks for itself, well done and keep expressing yourself.

 

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Thank you so much @Hannah Capps I'm glad you liked it!

 

[RareForm]

I feel an underlying hopefulness despite the allusions to carrying our anchored darkness with us through each new romantic venture. I'm not sure if that's intended, but I certainly enjoy that juxtaposition—connection through adversity.

 

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I feel an underlying hopefulness despite the allusions to carrying our anchored darkness with us through each new romantic venture. I'm not sure if that's intended, but I certainly enjoy that juxtaposition—connection through adversity.

"Connection through adversity" - beautiful. You managed to phrase it so much better than I could myself. Sharing that dense dark with someone is as intimate it gets, or at least I've had that experience. Shedding our lights on others comes so much easier than inviting someone down to our personal catacombs.

Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts @Mysterier