Written for Dan Mader's 2minutesgo writing exercise.
Casting
colours
It starts…
The
beginning casts colours in the light
Sacred
thoughts transcend the real
Aglow in
the dry heat of summer,
A
kaleidoscope of raw emotion
Spun
tightly, wrapped in the soundless
Instinct
killing itself nightly,
Caught in a
web it seeks to unravel.
Locking the
heart within a keyless box
It feels
like time has no end.
Choices
lost in a cloud of nothing,
This
trivial heart knows no distancing,
Seeking
self-destruction in a second
Of
perfection it can never hope to find.
It ends…
The falling
triggers memories of dark
Where the
spider creeps in strewn dust
Waiting for
the silent stuttered scream –
These things
born of bloody nightmare.
Screwing the
twisted seeping heart,
Shadows awake
from the silent walls
Where hands
seek to drag and play.
He builds a
fortress across these skies
Inside the
beat of a solitary star
Sent adrift
where the dreaming lies,
Echoing the
curved moon’s absent lover
Here to
stay til the dawn tide roars –
A subtle
kiss is the only thing he knows.
copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 12, 2015
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