LeucosiaA Poem by Cole HayleyThe world is splitting open at my feet, part two.Leucosia Her lure is empty, a siren ousted on a fruitless beach. Mid-winter, the howling of the solstice aches in her marrow. I was sent by the lab. To pick the creature up: in my arms. To study, to watch it decay. The over-wash of eyes, it suddenly reminded me of a willow. Stuck behind a wooden fence. Cold-blue mountains above and larks humming. The loneliness of that blank valley, rippled across a plain of pestilence. The moist night-air, crackling dawn. Barren. In cold-blue eyes. Her eyes. The body was covered in lacerations. over-saturated in salt. Poor thing, I thought out loud. I wish I could of saved it. I took it back to the lab. To study--- I cut it open with a cold-grey knife. Cleft apart, bit by bit. I saw the willows, bend---- I saw it spit out such blood. In plain sight, --- hunched over in flakes of skin, so forgotten. Anaesthesia-soaked // reflections of a decomposing verve, plushed in her scales. Extraction-then expulsion. The siren was flushed out the back alley, in the trash can. My mind melted, like hot plastic. Sticky residue. It waited for her to come back to life. The rocky shores, have come forth to land. My shipwreck is abased, and conscience afloat. The siren held my hand, my heart, but just as her dead caracas fell, I, myself, drowned. © 2012 Cole HayleyAuthor's NoteReviews
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Added on October 2, 2012Last Updated on October 2, 2012 Tags: Lecosia love death AuthorCole HayleyMontreal, CanadaAbout25 / Canada I'm back ;) New series: "Name one thing in this photo" 1. Grocery list and a Love letter 2. Went Wrong 3. 24 4. The Pacific Theater 5. A SATA cable frayed 6. One Thing 7. .. more..Writing
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