Violent Black

and i smelt memories of how it was supposed to be

flying through the air

straight into my brain

and i can feel the cold seeping in now that you are gone

and the taste of this 

brings me back to when

it was dark

and you turned me to ribbons of smoke

liquifying from your mouth

and you love me only till it

floats away

i was melting until i was no longer there

you used me as salad dressing

i was grass stuck to your lips

and i walked those streets until i knew them no more

and that fire in your eyes flies to the sky

with the shapes of clouds

i was lingering in the shadows beneath the tree

playing hide and go seek 

only you never did come to find this forgotten

and i roamed those memories 

until vagueness ate it up in one glup

the mist in your headlights could never prove.

and i watched from afar retaining from heart 

every last detail

in which will destroy us.

we replied pleasantries 

with hidden loathing.

i beat your pulse.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is brilliant (you're brilliant)... Each phrase, a vivid world in itself comprising both sensations and memories as soft as smoke... The pain and isolation can be tasted, and you draw us deep into your world of yesterdays... You have only just begun... Amazing!

Craig