Despair

Collection of short pieces.

Nails, 

brittle and bruised,

stutters along ash and coal shards,

scratching jarred claws along her back,

waking death from her door.

Despair weeps from thee,
despair bites onto thee.

The long w***e swore the black death,
the long w***e swore the red breath,
so I drank, drunk in mind
and I devoured, crimson in wine.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the tactile imagery is pure and enveloping~ the consonants and vowels present their form in lingering sounds that echo after every line~ gripping writing all the more powerful in its velveteen presentation~