marbled in, apricot skin

I've got to escape my own aptitudes,

the ones that display my aloof markings
that are marbled in to my apricot skin
where neither extreme is familiar to me.

I've never been so quick to puncture
while keeping dwellers out,
a silken force of nature
promotes all of my self doubt.

The dismal defense falls
like a cool colored vomit
out of my mouth,
in the Dead Sea,

it could kill me from
a toxic salinity.

I don't believe I've read well for this,
the end of all I've ever met ,

I've got belly aches of fear,
I cringe my face to run from it.

I've never been on the shores
of such a low elevation,
my higher place mind lingers
with a sucking trepidation.

I'm focused on a clarity I'll never get to meet,
the meaning, dreary,
and soak

sand sullen feet.

A few steps in,
I was a floating flora

that shouldn't be,
bacteria gone red
coated every part of me.

I blubbered and busted

when the concentration
allowed itself to rise,

I didn't have it in me to live along for such a ride.

Reviews

[Roland Petrov]

You must have been to the Dead Sea as you've described the experience with details you probably wouldn't know otherwise. You appear to have used the elevation and characteristics of the Dead Sea as a metaphor for a low point in life. I like it; nicely written.

[W.k.kortas]

The first thing that struck me is the inventive use of color, tying it to things not normally connected with the use of color (the notion of "bacteria gone red"). The use of consonance--e.g, "dismal defense", "cool colored"--is nicely executed as well. The technical touches play off nicely against the cool, languid, almost dreamy pacing of the piece. More people need to be reading this work.

[. serah .]

-- sometimes, it does seem like one has reached the nadir of everything... and a lingering pain makes one even more raw and vulnerable than one already is...

-- your writing is vivid, poignant and infinitely poetic...