Dissection

by Maple Tree   Jun 28, 2016


Digging deeper-

They always dig deep.

My cerebellum has markings
of who was here,
date and time.

Marching in formation
shadow dancers sway
as the humming of drums
ring my ears to a

slow bleed.

Memories rupture
as night skies invade
private sectors, opening
my skull to society.

Thoughts become naked
as I'm forced to choke upon
rapture of loneliness.

Bathed in moonlight,
becoming beautiful
and
nothing.

Dissect these things
you fear, for I
stopped hiding
years ago....

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  • 9 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Quite macabre but excellent imagery dark and deadly Milly xx

  • 9 years ago

    by Ingrid

    The more light you shed on your darker sides, the more they seem to evaporate.

    Lovely metaphor, Andrea, very well done!

    Take care,
    Ingrid x

  • 9 years ago

    by Em

    Andrea, a very dark and Gorey write with tonnes of imagery. Love it even of the subjects abit yack lol... You have a beautiful way in describing this though.

    Em

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Memories rupture
    as night skies invade
    private sectors, opening
    my skull to society.

    ^^

    Simply hideous, Maples - what's the matter with you? lol

    The imagery here is fantastic - dark and great stuff.

    Take care and all the best,
    Ben

    • 9 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      Bhwaaaaaa *spits coffee*

      Gigggggles aww Ben! Too funny!!!

  • 9 years ago

    by Brenda

    So excited I posted this twice!

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