Eggshells

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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.

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29 responses to “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! 😀

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