Glossed Remorse

SerenWise

I will drown myself in art,

With music slithering

Inside my head,

To coat my thoughts

In remorseful

And liquescent ardour.

Turning glossed pages

With weary fingers,

I could slice my thumb

On a corner;

Watch the ruby droplet swell

Like a glistening jewel.

I would suck it away,

Like the vampire I am -

Tasting the iron,

All the while dreaming

Of that far-away wolf,

Who is now revolted

By my foetid deceits.

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Comments +

Neville March 2nd, 2019 16:25
No better way to go than to drown in some form of art... poetry would be my preferred demise..... an interesting and well formed poem that needs to be revisited every now and again ... N
sylviasearcher March 3rd, 2019 04:17
This one just kind of drenched me in a cloak of your glossed remorse.

Dark but it really gets under your skin.

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