Mark Matthews Poet Free verse

Reaching From the Darkness

Red haze
twists and spirals 
around me.
Words float about within
   barely seen
through the 
     light stealing mist,
blindly
    I reach out
        snatching them
out of the air,
twirl them between my fingers
then snap them together
in perfect synchronization
so as to bring them alive,
     my creation,
          my monster,
   scratching
at the back of your skull,
   drawing
images on the back
                of your eyelids,
line shifts
                  bring mind shifts
causing childhood fears
         to resurface,
touching on something
             familiar
and yet repulsive,
   smacking you
with emotionally image forming
        stanzas and verses,
knocking your teeth loose.

My touch on the ma cab
    is sadistic
         and meaningful,
sliding that grey,
       oil like sludge
around in your brain
forming a meniscus
    on the inside
of your cranial cavity,
    marring it
                      forevermore.
The expressions
I throw out
dry the marrow
within your bones
  causing a fragileness
       to the stability of your mind.
                         (What if?)

And when 
     I reach out
          from the darkness
its not just to say "hello"
   but to cause
     that shutter 
        in the back of your head.

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