The Flavors of Darkness
The Flavors of Darkness
The numbing blackness without cold or heat engulfs.
I float in calm brackish decaying still waters offering no struggle.
My lips taste its decomposing and dying matter.
I should cough and gag on its foul disdainful taste.
Swallowing without thought I do not relish nor disdain it.
The raging river of inky waters flows around me.
I find power in the rage that burns within my mind.
My tongue lashes out with curses at its metallic flavor.
I fight with inhuman strength against the relentless flood.
Sinking again beneath the fury my mouth spews yet more obscenities.
The stream of the unseen falls pours over my soggy soul.
I fall sunken to my knees beneath its pelting lying flow.
My lips taste the two hundred tears, I add to the deluge.
I can taste no more my Aquarius upon my brine burned lips.
Slowly, I fall to my lowest estate far from the banks of the Danube.
The water flows through my fingers as I grasp trying to contain.
I stand knee-deep in the still waters, sulfur burning my nostrils.
My tongue refuses waters cupped in my hands as my lips convulse.
I curl upon myself and submerge beneath as I flow into the black sea.
Sleep below the breathless death brings no rest to my lost spirit.
Copyright © Hillard Sarver | Year Posted 2016
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