I blushed

I blushed

 

last time
I saw December spread out,

naked,

 

the birds all turned black,
timelines in a knot, holy words inverted,

 

“no need,”
I heard the Devil tell the murderous cold air,

 

and during the raspy tantrums of a dying star,
death writhed beneath me

in the backseat of a broken down moment,

 

lemon yellow smiles

and bloody red laughter,

 

but everything feels like

a dirty snowball

in my hand.

Reviews

[roarke]

there are no dirty snowballs in the mountains.....

Like slight of hand snatching a photograph from the ether of eternity. voila.

Although I like the opening, this is the meat of it for me.

“no need,”
I heard the Devil tell the murderous cold air,

and during the raspy tantrums of a dying star,
death writhed beneath me
in the backseat of a broken down moment,

lemon yellow smiles
and bloody red laughter,"

what's the back story of this part? the before during and after from the middle kinda view.

Sculpture with a feather shaping the mind's eye, ever seeing past the veil.

[Kenneth The Poet]

A backhand that Christmas did not expect.

[Ariel B.]

Oooooh this is good. That last stanza is absolutely brutal - sucks the life out of the season. And - 'the birds all turned black, / timelines in a knot, holy words inverted' - that is killer descriptive writing.

[joshua deathdealer]

This is awesome (: I love the gritty dirty feel. Well done xx