Dispossessed (Chronic Redux)

Entangled in a never-ending sea, it is you that (despite the obvious) somehow keeps me afloat.
Wrapped around my bones, you wish to become one with my body.

Seeping through the delicate cracks, you always find a way to make yourself seen, as if you were something I hadn’t already noticed.
So foolish I am, to think I could outrun you, for there is no outrunning what’s always been.

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For as long as you have existed, I never expected you to change shape, your tentacles tightly grasping something new.
Perhaps you were never meant to leave, for being without you would be too easy, not nearly enough of a challenge.

I spent so long in your presence, the darkness you cast seemingly endless.

I just hope that I can find the light this time around.

© Copyright April 2023/May 2023/June 2023

Funeral Bloom

At the sight of your hollow remains, laying softly on this makeshift pyre, I feel an unmatched jubilation.
Thoughts of your demise clicked along the edges of my mind for months on end, the image of the cardboard coffin in which you reside, interrupted my day-to-day brain activity more than I want to admit.

I thought I could be clever, to leave you in that previously uninhabited space, if I pushed you far enough away, I could no longer ponder your existence.
This existence however sweet has since turned bitter, for as pleasant as our memories were, at times they crumble under the incomparable shame and regret of how it all ended.

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In turn, you are (in reality), scattered everywhere, not unlike ashes on a breeze.
Through my cleverness and cunning, I was positive that I’d extinguished you.
Piece by piece, I find those still-assembled memories, remembrance that shall be broken, and in their destruction, finally released.

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Four years has your presence haunted me, you and everything you once were to me.
Four years has the concept of us haunted me, us and everything we will never be.

In your decimated debris do I ultimately find peace, from your crushed visage do I feel whole.

© Copyright November 2020/June 2023

Werewolf

You’ll find me on the edge of the night, where mortals dare to dwell.
Cloaked in darkness, I fear no man for I am fear itself.

You’ll find me on the edge of mere existence (in some respects), cast into the depths long ago.
Draped in defiance, I fear no danger for I am danger itself.

You’ll find me, entrapped yet ever so free, on the very edge of all my faults and all of my triumphs, for I cannot be truly whole without both.

You’ll find me everywhere and nowhere at all.
Just be careful which side you get.

© Copyright November 2022/June 2023