Tuesday, November 19, 2013

The ghosts I let in

For a moment, it felt like sinking,
except for my stagnancy;
the way I froze
made the end avalanche
sinking
in the depths of me.

For a moment, it felt like black skies,
but for my shut eyelids;
the way sleep escaped
made space shrink,
blackening
with the stains in me.

For a moment, it felt like screaming,
but for my silence;
the way my heart thudded
made music screech,
suffocating
in the vessels inside me.

So it wasn’t me sinking
in the depths of black skies,
and screaming.
It was me,
sheltering the end, and the skies, and chaos;
the way I eventually melt
makes me keep
sheltering
you.

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