i feel the dark
creep in
on it’s gruesome legs
with its distorted face turned away from me
it starts at my fingers
scratching gently
and then she starts to harden
there was something
in the probing
and in the speaking
we dug it up , darkness
the probing of steel
in pink matter
that’s been torn
out of love
but
with each sting
a memory of a flesh dagger
from years back
that dug into such matter
appears
each
droplet
of
blood
the realization that it was too late
when all i sat on
was my own pool of blood
see
i blocked these things out
but the dark took pictures
created a picture frame
it sits me down
comfortably on the couch
hands me a cup of tea
and takes me through
every
single memory
ooowing and aahing
and ‘remember that?’
as a proud mother does
oh and the one i love
the darkness chokes him out too
then it looks at me
dark chokes out every joy
every memory
and leaves forth every nightmare
and then eventually it leaves me too
the dark, i mean
until i’m left
daylight and nightlight passing by
with this photo album
in my hand
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