it is odd what the body will miss
nuance twitching along/inside memory
the wordless, guttural
and if habitual
(although hardly found in the space of a day)
the repercussions of the heart
will, in obstinate tantrums
in tandems, incite the percussions
of its own beat
to hurt

hurt
like a viper’s sting
vivid with slowest poison
embittered honey
that tantalizes
automatic movement
a hand reaching out
in stillness of night
for what has never been there

synaptic cues
of an empty hunger
lurid in crawlspaces
founded from the last touches
that burn still underneath
the security blanket of consciousness
for even negation holds no alchemic cure
against the light down of childlike denial
hidden
frozen
tucked deep within a tongue
that owns no awareness

there is only this
faceless need
caught
in a flood
of shoulds, woulds, coulds
and no effect
that will ever warrant a cause

DAMN THAT WAS VIVID.........I LOVE THE IMAGERY HERE. THE THIRD STANZA WAS THE STRONGEST FOR ME.

IT SEEMS AS IF YOUR ADDICTION WAS TURNING TO WITHDRAWALS.

GOOD READ MA

I studied the piece of art you posted above your picture, wrote a paper on it actually. I mention that 'cus when I saw it, I was already expecting a certain approach.

I read and it's a different approach, but I still really liked it. The main thing I was looking for was a touch of darkness, which both the painting and poem have, so they compliment eachother well.


^those were my favorite lines

The imagery is riveting, no doubt. You did the painting justice.

god. particularly the last half of this. resonates.

I loved your opening line for some reason. Set me up for what followed... immediately the tugs of longing, the 'feel' of absence. Ending with begging the question of why.

always impressed by the way you can twist words into pieces that are beautiful at face value as well as beneath the surface.

i agree with rogue. the imagery is massive and the message is creative dealing with addiction as love. the picture kinda freaks me out lol but i like the drop.

The lust of Incubus, a pleasurable torment for the sleeping victim. Battling maras at night can be an exhausting ordeal. I myself, had a succubus that fancied me.

Yet, there's more to this than it seems. Addiction is an endless sleep, stuck in a stupor of deceit and disbelief. Vice means defective or a moral fault where people are addicted to things that go against the core of their being. Everyone has their demons to contest with, but some might act as though they are exempt until they are faced to faced with the repercussions of their own denial and manipulative behavior.

I was watching Supernatural and there was an episode based on Famine, one of the four horsemen of apocalypse. He used people's insatiable hunger to kill themselves. Whether they were already gluttonous beings or they deprived themselves of something that they wanted deep down inside, they all succombed to their desires and died a grueling death. Their wants varied from love, food, alcohol, to demonic vampirism.

The reason Famine gave for their reprehensible actions lied in the belief that hunger emanated from beyond the physical, it existed in the soul. The only escape was not to not have a soul, but that would mean a person's already dead inside. Apathy lead to atrophying of the spirit or the desire/will to be alive.

So yeah, this piece reminded of that episode which was coincidentally a rerun last night. I'm glad I read this today. You gave much food for thought and knowledge is what I crave.

nice and tight, from start to finish. love that you included the painting that inspired it