The Tears of South Carolina.

 

 

 

It's the last time...

        I'll shame myself, this skin will never drink again....

my lips will tumble, escaping from the frown that sits above my chin, I'll

taste loneliness and the shadow of forever as I run my tongue across the silhouette of dishonesty...

and I'll starve, I'll lose my waist as he wraps arms, legs, hands and

lies

around me.

This...

is December, he found me somewhere hidden in these weeks, years ago...

he decided my fate, and it doesn't snow here....

the days are all identical, the sky blinks only when she's bored, and I've experienced

totality in the mocking indifference of these Southern seasons, but tomorrow, I'll have goosebumps, I'll feel the chill of finality and the demise of my dreams.

He's....

broken, I've cut my hands trying to pick him up, I've smeared my blood across these unforgiving walls and the

whispers, they echo,

 

I can still hear myself begging for mercy

I can still

hear

him bruise me.

My thighs ache for him, just slide themselves across the abyss of silence, and my curls scream for the intertwining of his fingertips...

my skin

drinks the dreams he shattered, thirsty, dry...

and bleeding...

for salvation.

This...

will be the last time December drops from my eyes, the sunset sits on the edge of my gaze, I'll reward my body with the feel of him, I'll

suffer my skin and shame my lips...

as he validates my pain...

and I'll starve, as barren as the summer sun, I'll

be the tears of South Carolina

and his only

saving

grace.

 

 

Reviews

[Perdition]

Some resonances leave you in harmonic states of silence. The notion that one can speak from the scales of nature...through the infinite is meant to be absorbed like a sky prayer. Like a falling sun on the lip of night's rising rose. This is the knowledge of winter ...a very difficult subject to get right...unless you have lived it as pure as the mountain gives it's own slow death to rain. Amazing~

[koty bell]

wow i thoroughly enjoyed this one great write

[Adora.xo]

Oh my god. I don't know where to begin or what to say. Brilliance feels like an understatement, and your every word brough a shiver down my spine and I kept thinking "I know this... I know this?" Whether it is true or not, whether you know this or not, it is a beautiful piece of poetry, and I've never felt emotion so tangible in a piece of writing before. Thank you for this.

~Adora

[Eagle Cruagh]

You are a gifted writer.

I just hope that you are writing from a
fertile mind and not a memory. If from mind,
then you are terribly talented, if from memory,
then you are to be pitied, for in that case you
have no life , you only live as a shadow of some
other being (thing).
----- Eagle Cruagh

[blueeyeddevel]

Very interesting. Id like to ignore the factoids in this, but it would be like trying to ignore a blunt force beating to my head ;). Love and pain just engulfs each other, but yet love holds atop of it all. An yet it swirls through out your life like nothing else.

[Ms. Gruye]

You did a great job here of evoking a gothica feeling. Your use of sex and violence remind me instantly of the south (heat and brutal heat). Well done.

[Dream Weaver]

I loved how you’ve turned such melancholy etchings
into a poignant piece of poetic scripture…Nicely done..

[joloujanetta]

the honorable completion of a season and the strength to begin moving on.

[Kimberly R. Larkins]

Words are hard here because the feelings this piece evoked are trying to take them away. Tears don't seem to be enough for the bearing of this soul. Wonderfully crafted and entwined with nature.

[Ghiasquared]

Stunning in the way it put me somewhere I've never been, and still haven't quite got my bearings back yet...

[Jeannie Wilder]

This is breathtaking, it truly is! One of the best I have read here, and it this truly is wonderful. Such imagery leaves me haunted! Definitely a favorite, beautifully written!