Black pain & walls

i have fallen with troops of maniac
inside this cold body
disappearing jawbones of sins
and masters of death
residing inside this globe,
the pool of ataxia,
the pool of coherence
with red pale evenings

Abstruse thumbs of broken lines
making me thaw,
ice-cold teeth
cracking on black grounds,
with lonesome stars,
knitting my naked body
like a work of brilliance,
spider's- job,
still, i fall this time...
i fall & it hurts.


34 thoughts on “Black pain & walls

  1. Troops of a maniac inside this body… such a vivid description of those thoughts that bring the black pain. And your likening the body to a globe – we are worlds unto ourselves. Knitting my naked body….spider’s…. Such visually stimulating lines. The black pain and darkness may bring the fall but ink drips beautifully from the pen to capture it. Just in awe of your ability to conjure such emotion so vividly. Bravo!

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  2. My favorite lines “knitting my naked body
    like a work of brilliance,
    spider’s- job,
    still, i fall this time…
    i fall & it hurts.” You brilliant metaphor of comparing your naked body with a spider’s web knitted with pain and emotions is brilliant. Like a tireless work of a spider knitting its web and getting in it, falling and getting back.Loved it to bits.

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