»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #37
»
nowhere
| Open Poetry #37 |
|
nowhere |
|
|
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
|
lopsided dusk, echoing in evening, like wandering corners of a tablecloth, sucking in February cold air, a bit sudden a bit tangled, but wearing a tie shifting positions, like he knew he was on my mind smelling of fresh edges of pink my thumbs clenched my fist unnerved, at the sound of his voice all huge and powerful steadily dripping, dripping like a voice from the other side while avoiding the eyes of god I stood with my back against the wall wanting to liquefy into the gold faux paint on my wall smiling into the almost dirty darkness sensing he was walking towards me wondering the reason noise moved so slowly I heard him smile, he knew I was frightened and it boiled his blood like a pressure cooker beside this hurting quiet, he leaned forward & whispered… “I heard you the night before and I’ve come through reddened winter darkness squinting through the wrong ends of back doors and prostitutes” his voice penetrating my soul I recoiled even further against the wall thinking only of this cavernous moment… he edged closer, closer, closer until I felt the pounce of his breath against my face, trying not to allow the growing nausea to show, his arm tightly over my head his other arm, around my waist shrinking me to an almost nothingness turning slowly away from him, I glanced towards the framed oval hinged mirror… to my horror, there was no reflection, only, my unfinished empty room, “am I dreaming?” grasping for any logical ray of sun lighted thought to my discomfort, my nerves were unraveling like an Indy race car, pacing for the finish line this careless hour, belonged to both of us now there was no turning back, and any hint of future seemed so distant… farfetched… could he hear the panic in my breath, feel the lump in my throat? faintly, he whispered in my ear, “yeeeessss” “ohhh god” he could read my thoughts… his thick wet lips forced their way onto my mouth all formality faded, my demise became increased odds I could feel red fisted anger in his emotion the smell of rain on his breath felt his harsh filling eyes, demand hold over me and all I could think of all that would flourish forward from my mind, now paddling with fear…. I was prey I was filling his eyes, like a tiger who only smelled weakness, fear… leaving corrupt horde of decay, of what was once me vision now blurted black flowers purple haze mindless confusion… all I could think of, all that gained any substance in my mind was... be careful what you dream…. [This message has been edited by LeeJ (02-14-2006 11:02 AM).] |
||
| © Copyright 2006 Lee J. - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
Now that was scary! Thanks for the nightmare… Gggheezee !! Enjoyed. JL   |
||
|
Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
 Much enjoyed, Lee. Happy Tuesday to ya! |
||
|
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Very good I enjoyed Gloom |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
