reflections are weeping on the mirrors
their tears pooling in the shadows which
overflow the banks of their confines,
their dark shores.
my veins are thronged with streams of blood
which stains my heart and as I cough
i feel it, push against their one-cell thick confines...
pus oozing out of my every pore.
sweat is gleaming in the meadow of
my forehead, water briny in its taste
and for moments, I am only fluid
Great clouds are all that it takes
to materialize a rain of torrential proportion,
for the veins to burst into a pools of
darkened shadows. For the shores to extend
and rise...
the waters to drown all there was and is.
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There is a sickness in this write whether real or emotional. Its being cast in a natural scene makes it the more vivid and open to interpretation. It is dark and a feeling of pollution takes over. Powerful and a fave
Thank you... I am really glad the overwhelming and dark feeling I was aiming for was felt.
You are most welcome Abdullah
Abdullah, I really felt the sense of emotional overflow here…the idea of containment failing little by little until everything spills beyond its borders. The imagery carries that tension beautifully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for your kind comment. Just let my fingers type what they want to, and this is what i ended up with. Glad the tension resonated
Feels like the body becoming landscape—everything internal spilling outward until emotion turns into weather,
There’s a heavy, visceral intensity in it, like distress rendered as flood and flood rendered as inevitability.
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