a hollow night


” I am terrified by the dark thing that sleeps in me”- Sylvia Plath

Cluttered, torrential nights of stone sinking throat,a huge titanic of this time,
my sheets turning into white ghost,
a ghost of you,
my words that were never said.
You, the lantern of chipped nights,
A mesh of annihilation.
You come and perch on my dreams, like satan a missing subsisting eye or a lip. Time kills me before you make me dark, dark as my old rusty windowsill,
with a dying flaky dream.
this thing inhuman wraps my skin of lemon peels
my skin of words and reverie.
my skin…
my darling skin…
( continuous screams of inexplicable pain, now/)

35 thoughts on “a hollow night

  1. I very much enjoyed this piece. meticulous with a drop of religion and madness coaxing us for another bite of the poisoned apple you preach. the annihilation , the ghosts and unspoken words. you capture my attention and this is why I’ve come back to your blog time and again over the last year. well penned, keep’em coming.

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  2. Sylvie Plath was the first poet that I read that inspired me to read literary criticism about her, because it was the first time I blamed myself for not understanding what the heck she was talking about and how she wrote made me really want to know.

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  3. I don’t mean to go back and like every single one of your posts but I really am enjoying your writing and I keep going backwards, reading more and then having to hit the like button again. 🙂
    just didn’t want you to think I was a serial liker. 🙂

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