shadows

Suffocating inside, my mind condenses into rhetoric knots, invisibly singing me algorithms of historic forget me nots. Thoughts dilating with muffled fuss, dialing tones to the past when we were us, love inked with lust sheltered ruckus cuss me for nothing, an altered dust in my helix cultured from broken ruptured crusts.

You’re my proverb, my blue moon. My oasis in a deserted dune. Ephemeral memories and your smarter art, shards of glass. Another parted martyr sliced in half. You dart past your dark past, lost in your marked laugh.

I roll my eyes as the tide flows.

You’re a shadow, a shell left empty on a cold, cobbled beach. A starfish without flesh dipping dead into the sea. Tears kissing your pupils as you try to feign sleep. Sustaining sadness doesn’t earn your keep. Knee deep. I ask you to speak. You stay silent, remaining weak. Wrapping yourself in arms that used to protect me, vines embossed with roses, now I see poison ivy.

Rashes spread across your spirit discolouring your tinted soul, tainted, no longer glimmering in gold, shimmering glow of old, today, you’re shivering alone. Fully grown, brandishing a stone throw from your hellmaiden home, hands that rocked the cradle are the minds that stole your throne.