Caustic Nightmares

How I’ve felt when the chain

Is undone,

Then linked to the Other.

 

She floats through the

Mind’s backdrop,

A disturbing vision.

 

What he’ll say to cut me off,

The anger stirring.

 

I’ll sigh in regret,

Pinned to my death’s

Wish.

 

How the days will

Prolong themselves,

Filtered into caustic

Nightmares.

Hurt- Rebel Rose Anthology

Hurt in

A Sunday melting to

Monday gloom.

 

Your absent

Face,

Imprinted to

Incarnate visions

Stained upon the

Universe’s glowing

Pulses.

 

Dreaded

Leaving,

A grieving itch along the

Neck,

Record pricks to

Shifting sentiments.

 

Romantics on a

Freeze,

Mummified

Follicles

Bred

Along

A song’s cessation.

 

Naked notes

Uttered,

Too late in the

Lover’s entry,

Fires cooled

Within a music

Taken to,

Shadow sweeps

Along quiet beds

Going toward solemn cracks,

Wizened to the darkness

Losing its visage once again…

 

Rebels

Propane anger,

Diamonds on a

Furious turn.

 

Night mists

Fluctuating,

Split nerves

Multiplying

Along glittering

Streets.

 

Rebel roses,

Grave shadows

Overturned

To shifting

Movie frames.

 

Pieces of the

Dream land

Undone,

Swallowed

By poisonous

Fumes beckoning

The seekers

To entangle with.

From My Anthology Rebel Rose titled Rebel Rose

Taught to comply,

Gone off

To the other side.

 

The edge felt,

Ride through

Thorn patches.

 

Soft petal an

Afterthought,

Positioned

Opposite

A rising bud.

 

Sunlight fractured,

Moon drip captured,

Flown to

Sky bent over

Brazen earth.