Mark Matthews Poet Prose Poetry

Starlet

Sky blue starlet
darting through the night,
 inking herself
on the clouds as they swirl
   and pass,
           wind by wind.

The coupling of her hair
and her neck
    lap,
like the shore
    and the tide
  leading somewhere and nowhere
retracting,
  but  always progressing
    just a little more,
one step back,
      two steps forward,
biting and clawing ,
beating suppression
   with progression.

The taking of one more ounce of flesh
    (a requirement, desire),
prolonging 
   the last second
before sticking the ice pick in,
     right behind 
the ear 
              all the way in,
   piercing the brain stem,
allowing one drop of blood 
        to escape.
Gazing into those marvelous,
   scorching blue orbs
while the life drains away
   and the light in them
is snuffed out
   like a candle
tossed into a chasm,
falling forever,
    dropping through darkness.

Cradling the head 
   I lower my corpse
to the ground,
I can still feel 
    the warmth in the flesh
as it leaks away
   like the blood 
from the newly create puncture.

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