Static pours over my eyes like water over mossing stones.
It seeps around the curves and back onto my brain,
slips into my nasal passages and trickles down my throat
to the tongue that lies loosely--dehydrated--
inside my clenched quivering jaw.
My lips breath static exhaled through my veins.
My hands reach to touch but only dust away
the dried blood that encrusts these faded memories.
And still, I can't hold on to even an instance
of what I never seemed to understand.
2 comments:
This is beautiful hun. I like how I can see the things that you write...the the static's trail.
What's it about though? Why is your jaw clenched and quivering and what have you never understood?
oi, pretty lady... thank you for the compliment!
it's about feeling 'depressed' and rob. (who i dreamt about last night actually... weird)
Post a Comment