Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
To write ,
a word, then another...
insufficience
hurts.
A tear,
tearing the skies open,
rested on my forehead.
Skin my soul,
take my dreams,
bury my ashes
of stars
under the light.
We've never cried together,
we've never answered
these prayers.
Disgusted,
my thoughts have crawled away
into the garden
of my apocalyptic darkness.
One hell summons another...
The incessant disambiguation
of my lowest circles
spirals violently
within.
Don't gap!
But I scream...
Don't fill!
But I choke...
Morose stars glimmer
too far to be seized,
and the pigeons,
too white to be innocent,
have been murdered
by gravity.
Copyright © Ruxandra Duca | Year Posted 2015
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