Evanescence

Your thoughts approached like venom,

Twisting: spinning razors bent on

Licking my wrists and throat,

I tasted those lips across decades,

Cherry gliding curves daunting

Lovely insults, urging,

“Chase me, and we will rest.“

Love me, please, as you used to:

With mutters of lifelong promises,
Voices of growling children,

Memories of the deceased sweetheart,

While you met death, exhaled.

Then inhaled.

Gargling my scarlet blood,

Oh, what an enticing pain

As I felt myself burn in

Your throat,

Walking down your bones

Like ladders,

Vacuumed by

Dead lungs.

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of elizarosca of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Bluefire]

Very interesting imagery and word choice. I like it muchly and wish I understood it clearly, but what would the fun in that be?
A++

[Tai Ryens]

Mm, I'll leave that for you to decipher ;)
Thank you!

[Bluefire]

No problem, I enjoy a good challenge. ^^

[Rhianne Ney]

This is hmm... I don't know what to say but glad I read it anyways.. (:

[Pax]

oh! chasing something out of nothing... an empty promise.... a stellar piece in a dark genre...the last stanza is epic in imagery.... awesome one my friend...

[Ohhhwillow]

A state we find ourselves in, of determined and unruly love, that consumes us. We love it, we hate it, though it leaves us bleeding we need it, in a dark and beautiful way. This is stunning. I understand when we write sometimes there is not one meaning. I certainly perceived this as a twisted romance - murderous, obsessive but passionate. On thing you certainly do not have, is dead lungs Tai.

[Tai Ryens]

Why then, do I feel dead? -w-
Thank you, it means a lot.

[Baby Ricochet]

Tai my man. That last Stanza is classic. I do believe I got a chill as I read it. That's the Tai poetry I'm talking about right there!

[Extant]

How can I not love this? This is like the accident on the side of the road that you don't want to watch but you have to . . . Which I love.
All the anatomical images, " . . . myself burn in your throat, Walking down your bones . . . Vacuumed by Dead Lungs", just made me melt.
I feel like this is about addiction, how we love and hate it all at once, but still we want it.

[Tai Ryens]

I don't even know what this is about. It just came to me, though you're deciphering of it sounds plausible. I thank you kindly.

[Extant]

You're very welcome, my friend. [Sometimes the best writes have no intention...]