Hanging Willows of Darkness and Copper Nerves

A Poem by Dante Thomas

Skeletons dance from the closet of the weeping darkness it hangs in suspension like the branches of a willow. The overcast shadow forever expanding towards the outline of my soul, looking for any flaw in the design so that it may enter and occupy the motherboard of my circuits. It pulls the circuits out by the roots exposing my raw copper nerves to the frostbite of the midnight winter air. My nerve wires react to the crisp air like a earthworm to a still burning match. My soul begins to fade like chalk drawings in a mid spring rainstorm. I come to the realization that the world is beautiful and I'm no longer afraid to die....