skies of the deadliest shade

10/2011

The taste of coffee and cigarettes cake 

the insides of my mouth so I attempt to

spit out this sticky calamity that coats 

my lips. I have barricaded myself behind 

the bars of my perception. I'm trapped

underneath skies of the deadliest shade.

You see for me it's halloween everyday.

Orange jumpsuits and long, bright hallways.

Deranged screams and silent parties.

  

So pour me a cup of your darkest, bitter brew.

My projected spectral of twisted flesh.

Tease my senses, burn my blackened mouth.

A seasonal change that once held beauty

and healing for me, now stabs my heart

with malice. Unmistakable and repetitive

malice. Out of all the words that life has

given me why does it always seem that 

I have nothing to truly say.  

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

This is how I feel in the spring.. When everyone is excited about the rebirth and the blossoms and sun ..I have a memory inside that forever makes me feel that internal uneasiness of it all.. Funny thinking about it here makes me think of how we let others still control those broken spaces..hmm time for a cleaning ;) xo Your awesome Josh and I love reading your work..x

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I really liked this piece. The imagery was really good. The orange jumpsuit just reminds me of prision ._....well anyways. Thanks for sharing. :)

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Awesome write, loved the opening of this.
Amazing write!

[Canicus]

I like this. when you say the seasonal change the first thing that comes to mind is fall. Anyways nice write my favorite part

"So pour me a cup of your darkest, bitter brew.
My projected spectral of twisted flesh.
Tease my senses, burn my blackened mouth."

Keep up the good work.

As an European woman, I would love to feel some day the true feeling like Halloween, not just from books or from movies, the real thing. Your second stanza is lovely, you take me with it. Thanks for sharing this piece of beautiful words here... you're talented. xx

[Joe Shetina]

Haunting, like looking back on my own memories and seeing something I never wanted to remember.

Out of all the words that life has
given me why does it always seem that
I have nothing to truly say.

This. ^^^

[masqued_muse]

"Out of all the words that life has
given me why does it always seem that
I have nothing to truly say. "

so many colorful words, but have they broken the heart of the writer's pen?
Way too many to quit now, Deathdealer.

[caitlin]

This is a powerful piece. There is some really great imagery throughout and it flows wonderfully. Very well done. A fantastic write.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heavy, dark stuff. I can feel it!

[Dreamwind]

Oh this was so bleak and sad, but I know someone in prison so it rang true. Thanks for putting into words how awful it is.

[Eric Cox]

Nicely done. Imagery is strong and penned cool. Nice write!