©2021 Michael Raven
he was all smiles and brazen confidence there on the execution scaffolding until they opened that wooden box with the instruments of his death: razor sharp words and honed glass memories numbering in thousands he begged for mercy at the sight and still they bled him dry
my past is a vampire bat hanging from my neck: exsanguination each day of my life
This is the way the world endsTS Eliot, The Hollow Men
Not with a bang, but a whimper.
i am surrender: i lay down arms suing for peace this fortress ready for possession under a white flag
silence is the cruelest dagger twisting like ice in your heart as it turns back and forth always leaving behind the black taint of questions unanswered salting the wound and a trail of scarlet left in the driven snow leading to no place and no where
i have seen too much loved too much known too much ached too much desired too much read too much fucking SEEN too much i see i see i see seer sear sear sea s pluck these eyes blind me stuff my ears with busted glass sew my mouth shut tar me and set me aflame