I can't stand so much light
There are screams in the water
And the music has sunk
Deep in my chest
Like a bird that won't stop crashing.
There's a woman
A breathing statue
A beautiful shadow
That stares at me with the hunger of a mirror.
Is she looking at me?
Or did I invent her through gritted teeth?
She comes down
As if she were stepping on my skull
As if she were coming down to kill me
Or to kiss me
Or to pull me out of my body
And leave me floating
Like a punctured balloon
Like a small, drugged-up god.
She is death
dressed for a party.
She is love
With soulless eyes.
She is a song
I don't want to stop listening to
But she's breaking my heart
With every beat.
I want to go
But I'm afraid
Of coming back with an empty face
Or not coming back
And not knowing
I left.
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Author:
Damaso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ontal's Night: The Black Journey.
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Comments3
Wow! Haunting meet beautiful. A profoundly powerful poem, my friend! 🌹👏
Wow, I'm glad you enjoyed this journey! Thanks for stopping by and leaving your comment. Best regards.
You are most welcome, my friend. Incredible work.
Powerful, dark, haunting yet somehow beautiful, you can feel the rawness and honesty, wonderfully written
Thank you so much, sir. I'm so glad you appreciated it. It's so kind of you to stop by and share. Best regards.
You are very welcome
This poem is filled with Aztec images the face with gritted teeth being the skull of death, the bird like the Quetzal bird, the mirror like the obsidian smoking mirror of Tezcatlipoca and his association with darkness, the pulling out of the skin associated with Xipe Totec or the flayed one who wore the skins of the vanquished. I won't go on but this poem carries amazing imagery of a past culture. A fave
Wow, my friend, you've found some very good references. I'm a humble student of these ancient cultures, and what a pleasure to share them. Thanks for stopping by. Best regards.
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