I have dressed myself

In her velvet shadows

She the madness

Complicit to my art

The mother of all regrets

The vixen whose scorn

Curdles blood and ink alike

She is my jailer

Beneath her myriad forms

I have known a solace of sorts

A solace bred in obsession


A galaxy unto myself,

Planets and stars extinguished

Architecture and dreams

I gather at the seams

Nesting molecule after molecule

Into the same grim chasms

Replacing a necessary space

With substance

Small but ponderous

I grow indomitable

In my loneliness


22 thoughts on “Loneliness

  1. Gorgeous!I was at a culmination fo readers delight when I reached the word “vixen” πŸ˜€
    By the way,I am hosting my first prompt workshop on 13paradigm, I would LOVE if you would participate! πŸ˜€

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