Washes of hues, confuse
the binge of sound.
Noises in the head, scrape
against the colors,
in the brain.
The din maddening,
Deafening the need,
to think.
Quiet little harbingers,
Quiet little aches of loss,
Rise undulating in her mind,
Dancing, tauntingly 'til,
She couldn't take it anymore.
Constant affection, disaffection
In truth,
Blurred the hues
that scraped the mind
That binged the brain
in metronomes of sound
all around.
All resound
To drive her crazy.
He did that.
He made her crazy.
He made her crazy,
So that one night she just flew.
It wasn’t a long flight,
Just a gesture to the wind
As she was gone.
Metronome of maestros
pounding in her brain,
Not-right-not-right.
(Take-flight-take-flight.)
The hues can’t erase
Swirling water-tones
of pigment
She see inside her eyes.
The pattern on his jacket,
Buried tear stained face,
Sepia yellows, grayed blues,
Shadows begging for a palette,
knife.
Sleep eludes, scrapes
the brain
washes tints
to form
the gone-ness of time
On the tempered paper
Of her mind.
Withdrawal
often humans must disengage and go to the most soothing place hoping it is not invaded by the hell escaped. I know. "She just flew." ~S~
Fav imagine
Just to fly off. it's also a kiss fingertip flip off gesture to the sky I tend to use.
I've been watercoloring and I see colors blending in my minds eye now. Very annoying lol.
thanks for the read.
Some brilliant wordcrafting:
Some brilliant wordcrafting: the breathless style is a perfect vehicle for the descent into madness that is powerfully depicted with jaw-dropping wordplay such as "binge of sound" and "scraped the mind".
I relished the innovative metaphors, the visuals, that surged through the sentence fragments—cleverly chosen to give the feel of a frantic grasping for comprehension in a storm of crushing emotion.
This packs quite a punch: a testament to your talent.
Thank you
I must say I really like this one and thank you for so succinctly getting it and giving me a name for the style I tend to write in. Breathless...matches my voice I've been told that tends to be breathy. Or is that my poetic voice. I appreciate your read and the innovative metaphors mention...
Hope all is well with you
Thanks again