Free-Verse | Crystal Letters

In Death -More or lessBefore I knew youI knew him.I was drowninginto a swelling Puddle of my ownRotten molten flesh.

Standing still. Standing ovation. Scars haven’t healed. Fate has yet to be sealed. Still pouring salt in wounds. Blood trickles

Arachne

In her corner, she spins thick spindles of thread. A web slightly above her own head. One that she has

I found myself Sinking beneath the floorboards While you listened in -- Taking valuable information. Furthering the reach In which

You stand within a corridor of several entries. Doors painted gold. They are without panes of glass Or ornamental calligraphy.

Athena

And the spear left her hands As it flew across the sky Swift like Lightning lifted from within her palms.

I touched the sky. For a moment, I was floating, Had my hands up in the air. Peter picked a

Success

I’ve got this passion, for words and colors So deep under my skin That when I find myself Running thin,

Euphoria

What did you wanna do? Before you met me? Before I met you? Did your bones shake? Did the rattle snake

Passion

There is a landscape That marks the crossroads of our hearts. Conclaves of little pickled elder memories That have been present