Old poem of mine

[IphigeniaSaysHi]

I let go of your blood-stained fingertips;

sleek and cold, like polished silver.

Behind your eyes are stone walls. Doors locked, with piercing alarms.

I softly brush my hand along the burning side of a blade

Still

The wind whips through your hair like a final warning-

grass rustling, trees bending, dark riding in.

 

The taste of bitter liquor- again on your tongue-

 

Eaxctly the taste of fear I leave you with.

Windows are broken out in the silence of a plane crash

all ripped from the pages of a poorly written essay.

 

While you weave a story of never agains,

I shall watch you fall from the tower I drew in my mind.

For once I knew I loved you

 

I realized you'd left me.

[yeawutever]

Nice suspense put to it, reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe only he would write horror stuff.

[IphigeniaSaysHi]

Nice suspense put to it, reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe only he would write horror stuff.

 

Thanks- I was heavily influenced by Plath and the band Thursday when I wrote this. hehe