stuck, struck, i flee
(i thought you missed)
A Write or Die response to With each stroke by Dewi
i
hear you see
through the cracks in the
smoke and ashes
i peer
dashes out
in dots
my sinking fear
leafing me
embering
one lines
curling skyward here
blood
once trickled
thrice spilled
casually tasteless reappear
clear-eyed
my stanzas soaring, souring, premier
paeans of chance
a passing word
crashing rocks upon your ear
shot through
orderly arrows striking cavalier
bubbles of my songs
bursting silent screams
silvering my sinking carcass with a sneer
folding, molding, tearing my tales
shreds of pain
mere veneer
shorn away i see
your words, once i thought sincere
once again, too late, i find myself in hell, of one kind or another. dead. dying.
once again, i write myself a key, a song, to live, to escape.
once again, here, unseen, you sing, your key. perhaps, a light beyond?
i hold your key, Dewi, trembling.
This work is part of the Write or Die collaboration 2019. For more stories in this series, see the Write or Die Homepage —
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