The Art of Refusal

Sometimes the sadness seeps deep into the bones
threatening to roost and take root,
feet winding like claws
infiltrating the lifeblood with the brackish liquid swirling with despair and whispering discontent.
Unwelcome guest of disproportionate dimensions.
You shake the throes of infectious boils
kicking at sticks and curling your lips.
You push the cloying tendrils of tainted bile threatening your silence with morbid whispers of nothingness.
Execute those pin drops of blood
falling on your floor
pooling at your callousless feet.
Side step the invitation with lover's disdain as they walk in the shadow of the rising moon at dusk.
He'll die at the slivers of dawn on the water
Where dreams wink in dew drops on flowers that shake with the warm breezes of morning.
Leave him as husks of wheat and skins shed from snakes revealing fresh flesh and tongues rich with the new kiss of life from the damndest of night.

SRC

This is a freewrite poem that came to me as I sat tonight. Sometimes they just surface and you write.

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