I walk backwards across

Your fractured carapace

Blood pulsing

Behind heartsick eyes


There is much in you

That remains unseen

Memories knotted within

White-knuckled fists

I bate you with my tongue

But there is no sound

Capable of dissolving

Your laconic sneer


The air is always heavier

When your lips slide

Beneath the dimensions

Of our adjoining hearts

I follow you milk-hued

Into another maelstrom


Your sense of despair

Is neoteric each heartbreak

Is consummated with

Unprecedented intensity

I never manage

To arrest your fall

But sometimes

I precede you


I wasn’t able to find a picture that satisfied my needs. The picture I used is certainly beautiful but I had something else in mind.


29 thoughts on “Eggshells

  1. So many lines to pick and cling to, but I simply adore this part:”I follow you milk-hued

    Into another maelstrom”. Awesome writing, as usual! πŸ˜€

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