Higher Than Chaos - Above an ExplosionA Poem by KatDarknessDeeply echoing, cracked eye-sockets and falling Glass, raining debris, cloud my Vision, poisonous smoke and tendrils of Ivy, uncut cocaine in heaven-white snow-storms.
Break open the chrysalis, out slithers a Cursed cure for life, no hypodermic can Black out the flash-grenade rain, There's blood in my mouth And everything's falling.
Empty hallways, hollow valleys between cliffs Where nightmares glow, light up the Chasm, a lantern split in half.
The sparkling dust, it settles on my face, It dehydrates my bleeding lips. My stitches are undone like lace, The cure is worse than the ailment. But what more could a dead god ask for?
Burning like a witch, my heart is screaming, Blistered, purging sins and pumping crimson, Needles under nails and pull the Wings off when if falls.
There's nothing real, the fingers on my wrist go Bloodless white and I fall into you... © 2013 KatDarknessAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKatDarknessIrelandAboutMy name is Kathy, and I am a psychological horror writer, who enjoys philosophy, psychology, art, writing (duh!) reading books by Stephen King and Karin Slaughter; and writing dark, abstract poetry an.. more..Writing
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