Black tongue

Simple, perfect package all but hidden
begin your tale and keep me in suspense
your journey behind dark curtains
across salt-lake horizons
under fading stars

It all began
with noone really knowing
the daggered wind
would cause your roots to fail
your rib-caged heart’s arrhythmia
a symptom of
what you see when you close your eyes
and what you hear
when the quiet nears.
Vile incantations
whispered by the black tongue
of another
right into your ear
until it’s too much…

A beating drum.
A bea-ting drum.
A beat-ing,
drum.

Sshhh.

Let’s compare the palm-print contours of our hands
to distract you.
Let’s forget the haunting of your father’s shadow
and your obsession.
Let’s forget and start again.
Forget and start again.
Start again.

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What do you see when you cover your eyes with your hands?

Comments

  • PJ Ryan
    PJ Ryanabout 4 years ago

    beautiful write

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