dark poetry – Brave & Reckless

Resurrection

I rise from the dead beautifully my gift self-resurrection I have brought myself back to life a time or two before inserted the IV with

haunted hours when my ghosts emerge from the ether waltz in slow rotation through my memories music only they can hear played by a skeletal

Woke up wrong side of the bed all pins and needles porcupine quills thunder and lightening Throbbing nerves at the base of my spine spreading

my image splinters in the mirror as distance grows between surface smooth and inner truth where sharp rocks agitate in the acid bath of my

sleep stalks me, finds me an easy target slinks in to drag me under, into the depths where unknown dangers lurk in my unconscious what

darkness is washing over me like spilled black ink viscous puddles on my skin like oxygen-rich blood iron-tinged air darkness is icy breath on the

open one eye clock tells woeful tale I overslept again sit slowly so room doesn’t spin drunk-stagger to dress lean my back against wall to

I am a woman most comfortable living in my head Ignore that I am tethered to body Detached from the swirling storm of emotion pretending

I rise from the dead beautifully my gift self-resurrection I have brought myself back to life a time or two before Inserted the IV with my own

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