Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

A Poem by Lissy

Ashes to Ashes:

 

There’s a precision in privation

A peculiar contract

We had far too many vices to betray one another

I ate of the shadows you spoon fed me,

Drank the bitter extract of secrecy

 

I feel the poison of it all now

The deep, vibrant doom of bedtime stories

A prostrate ache that runs thick under my skin

 

All the pillows I’ve been told to scream into

Finally have their revenge

A profusion of echoes fill the silent spaces

I lay on a bed of nettles

 

If I were to pick at the callous in my throat

My words, like soot, would come pouring forth,

Purge my nocturnal allegiance,

Light the flame of my voice,

Ignite the fire of truth,

Let me spew the ash and coal from my tarnished smile.

 

But then,

What is to become of the festering embers?

How shall I breathe

In the smog of our encounter?

This is my penance

The very debris of my character -

Better that I bury the ashes.

 

© 2011 Lissy


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Added on October 23, 2011
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Lissy
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Dover, NH



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