Monday, March 12, 2012

Night Terror(s)



Night Terror(s)

I shall derive love out of your violence,
While pointed fingers curve and crackle,

In the incestuous darkness of early morning
I groan and pant through the thicket,

Illiterate to the pain starting at
The hollow of my neck.


5 Comments So Far:

  1. dang this is hard...great use of language to set the grit of this...each stanza just a bit more painful

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  2. Darkly haunting. A blade of words held close to the throat.
    You struck home sweet friend. (Hugs)Indigo

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  3. Dark and delicious...like chocolate...

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  4. Oh very dark and indeed very delicious!

    Anna :o]

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  5. Thank goodness for people that grunt in the thicket !

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