We are sitting up on this falling hill,
Slowly crawling down this black expanse.
Below we can see stars littering the ground.
We are minutes from self-destruction, reckless combustion.
Breathing in fumes of promise and escape
Hoping the fallout was worth the crash and burn.
Heartache nothing more than a stain on dark canvas,
With crystal clear intentions shattered.
Whispering goodbye in a howl of guts and twisted metal.
And grey carpet hits our feet like gravity
Endlessly fighting for the inch ahead into the shining light
Of infinity and immortality.
We’re as lonely as the silence we’ve created.
Those broken eyes
Sad, lonely light to live with
Candle wicks now fading
Heart stolen with the evening wind
A broken plate rests on the dark walnut floors
Shattered pieces, disconnected memories
An empty seat, impression in the cushion of something that should have lasted longer than a spark.
A dangerous silence
Calloused hands wrap around empty promises
Cold food that would have been
Could have been a beginning mid-book
Tabletop filled with nothingness, desolate with tattered chords of maybes, then with a hollow aching goodbye. Longer than the slow motion swaying of a walk to and out the door.
The click the only sound left, deafening
He once promised her moonlight to dance under; with those thick, heavy blues that she found herself falling into. Even though he could only produce the blinding light of electricity, she felt that maybe they were dancing all alone in the silence of space.
He once promised her love notes to live on; with that soft, supple smile that she found she wanted to taste. Even though he only ever sent email reminders of their plans, she felt each word was whispering “I love you.”
He once promised her eternity in his arms; with those strong hands wrapped round her waist like they were one. Even though they keep getting older, and their time is finite, she knows he really meant it.
She is the world untethered
Fists closed around broken stone
Silence the wind, the tears
She is the tattered dreams
Left rotting in the bulging snow
Cold hatred, the burning
She is the unspoken words
Ripped from beating chests
Blood thick, the fading warmth
She is past cruelty, onward life
No returning to the fetid corpse
Bloated with regret, the hurt
She is gone from all remembering
Blown out with the pale light of dawn
Lights flickered goodbye, the sacrifice
P.S. Sorry for the looooooong wait. Been a little busy with a little baby 😀
This poem is a reject from Poetry Magazine, as are the three that will follow.