Borderline

Drop down into a shadow

just for a second,

immersed in its own projection

     Graze numb fingers

across grey touchstones

that sleep and linger

     Fermented flowers,

magenta skies, mortar pathways

worms hungry to eat wooden caskets

Unending darkness;

but only when we want it

Inside brains made of glass

Trapped, you feel yours is haunted

Well, I'm the ghost in mine

It's just us, and the dead

Walking the borderline

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

Having teetered on the borderline between sanity and oblivion, I know what it means to be your own ghost. I love the imagery here. The juxtaposition of something beautiful against something macabre. There is more than one way to be haunted, and you nailed this one!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The ghost in your brain writes very original poems...the images you use make me hungry to read

more of your work. I bet those worms are waiting for us.
j.

[Obsidian]

You make the dark atmosphere of this piece come alive with your descriptive imagery. Could see the numb fingers, magenta skies, worms and wooden caskets. A haunting write so well described.