Sunday, 24 February 2013
Bleeding Love 13
The
days are cold living without you. Just want to hear your voice, that’s all I
really want. But words come to rest in my veins when I see you. Freeze. Lost in
limbo they lose track in free fall. Mishap. Chaos as the natural order ceases
to exist. They slowly start to seep back in, the order reverses. It sorely
begins to flow back in; a time comes when the body completely fills up. Have to
let go. One pinch there and it bursts, viscous bodily fluids scatter all over
in ecstasy. Vapors of desire are next, and with qualm they release the buildup.
Like a smoke chimney it goes off with the crackles of a thousand balloons at
once. Now is the time but just can’t. With dyslexia it may come out wrong. The
wrong I can’t afford. I’d rather jump into a bottomless pool. Gradually it
starts to pour out, not the words but the soul from one blister - and then the
other. Termites bring forth impalpable
pain, with palpitations the body is set to terminate. I can’t control it
anymore. Thoughts lost into space, trace back to infinity. Time arrives at
zero. Halt. Everything that defines humanity is gone. Words, just unsaid words
– the only matter left inside.
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