Fingers crossed
And tarot cards
Flipped by fangs,
Teeth filed into order
Because they couldn't
Get their shit together.
.
The tongue below
Bleeds across metal,
Dripping across damp
Tea leaves
Clumping against
The rim.
.
Wood cracks in the fire,
Spitting embers
Against glass.
There is meaning
In the frost
Crawling along
The mirror's edge.
.
There must be
Meaning in the moth
Overwintering
In the liar's mouth.
It's warm there,
Pressed against the coals
Of their guilt,
Isn't it?
.
I have never known
A liar who runs cold.
So I am trying to taste
The silver lining
In their mouth
And hope their heat
Can at least save
The trembling moth.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (3)
This is wonderful!
I Love this poetic piece ❤️
I like the imagery in this, although I wonder what inspired this one.