a.m.
I am
Waking up.
I feel the vibrations of
your mention through the keyboard.
my heart on your strings,
I dance,
I gasp,
I
a.m.
Taking my shower.
to scour my skin of your touch.
so long ago,
I am so out of touch--
but it's still...
a.m.
in stages of mourning for the lost,
almost-love.
morning in
bitter
happy
twisted
anxiety:
a sort-of-love funeral in
a.m.
don't taste my name again--
don't pull my strings again--
don't wake me up again.
your words vibrating over the keyboard,
vibratos of long-past longing
taste so bittersweet on my tongue...
your mention,
tastes
so
cold.
a.m. no more.
When considering angel's of death, I have been through their calamity. I know this persona, I have might actually encountered, an accomplice of your demons and their malice. Heartache is far more dangerous and can be attributed to demons such as heartbreakers. Heartbreak is a mysterious illness. Keep writing when you feel the need.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot