Thirsty

saturated with saccharin

society slurps sickening syrup

scarcely slakes

salaciousness

seldom satiates

rampant ravening

uncouth polydipsics

swallow slathers of slobber

tipping the balance

unbalanced

dehydration insipidus

slips on sips

nips on the heels

spinning their wheels

stagnant brackish soup

uncultured acculturation

likens likes likely

lisping lewd liturgy

literature livens

limping lethargy

poets pluck

providence

parsed in parsimony

lift golden goblets

mythological

drink divine draughts

 

 

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Requiem, At Dawn

Inspired by the introductory post by A, G Diedericks on Sudden Denouement. Please be sure to read his brilliant writing.

 

you drowned in the well

incognizant, I dug

I was tunneling

to the dawn of us

through the purgatory

of your distance

my shovel struck bedrock

immutable, unyielding

flinty faux foundation

fossilized connection

deflected, I excavated

askew

tapped a hole

in the banks of Styx

inundated our

sacred rooms

 

I drowned in the well

unwitting, you unearthed

you were scrambling

for safety

craving concealment

hunted wolf cub

covering its scat

you sought burrowed refuge

tang of your fear

hung heavy on my tongue

frantic scrabbling

furrowed a pit

your sorrows swelled

rivulets to raging

unheeding I fell

over the brink

 

our dawn

was a golden reveille

an estival serenade

summons to rapturous

dispelling of vernal chill

from glittering gems of dew

 

our dusk plummeted precipitously

arctic dirge

to autumnal hurricanes

Abaddon escorts

to hibernal frigidity

dark, unconscionably soon

fell between me and you

Date Night

our connection is electric

I know how to turn you on

a single touch

of a fingertip

and you are at my beck and call

bent over my will

when I hold you close

I feel your heat build

searing my thighs

upon my whim

I control

your every utterance

with the slightest caress

I short-circuit

your senses

my strokes are key

to your excitation

rub or grind

to climactic exclamation

Fury Filled Fire-Water

your rhetoric

incinerated me

at the stake

a bonfire

all hopes of redemptive future

I drank deep draughts

from the goblet

you poured

overflowing of immolation

the hurricane

of my sorrows

left me charred

soggy clumps

I stank

with the pitiful stench

of abandoned homefires

coated in the pungent

clinging of my uselessness

I trudged, head down

into the gales

of your blistering derision

bolstering brittle limbs

with every smoke dragged step

my eyes began to eagle

your over-eager oogling

as my spines

full-feathered

soft protective plumes

I swallowed the lingering tongues

of salted flame

you lick

lapping at my wounds

I breathe branded fire

unsuccumbed to shame

witness the crackling fire

sparking from my eyes

and tell me again

how I will never

be anyone

nevermore

 

When Worlds Collide

we were both grievously wounded

post the collision

though not because of

the concussive crash

our wounds oozed

guts and gore

as individual universi

went whirling

off their axes

we limped through the wreckage

earning Academy nods

riveting as also-rans

we tended each other’s wounds

wrapped with tattered Teflon

strippings

my tears saturated your shoulder

sopping soppy sop

seeping from choked up hazel

tender under fingertips

I kissed yours away

our worlds resumed their spinning

if tilted off-their-kilters

we stammer translations

of each other’s dialects

stumbling and bumbling

walking hand and hand

the trappings unembellished

the wrappings second hand

our souls sing

an a capella duet

measured and harmonious

slightly off key

 

 

 

 

Evolution – Aurora Phoenix

I am incredibly honored by Sudden Denouement posting my recent piece. Please be sure to check out all of their fabulous writers!

A Forum for Divergent Literature

I was a corporal corpse

disposable

I thought I was a woman

flawed

yet substantive

solid

quivering with fear

clotted cream cellulite

I had plotted a course

plodding

methodical

the world split up

and I was no more

not woman

not human

no longer actual

factual

incarnate

just the antagonist

in a surreal nightmare

I ceased reviewing

past portfolios

threw wide the sashes

shuttering the future

I am no longer myself

not woman

not human

incarnate

I am elemental

bounteous

essence of munificence

reviving as I flow

redolent

of jasmine and petrichor

scented essential


[Aurora Phoenix: I spent over 2 decades as a clinical psychologist, prior to the decimation of my world when I was suddenly incarcerated 2 and a half years ago. My writing was born in that caged existence – not a choice but a soul-saving necessity.  I write as Aurora Phoenix at Insights from “Inside”

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