COLLAPSED STAR


Pastel clouds hang over sadness
Like night draws black satin curtains
Over absent-minded eyes. 

Darkness drips,
              Collapses Star
Bold and black bottomless chasm, 
Dragging dirt and debris of past-

Lifeless haze
Hangs heavily overhead
Pondering pressures plummet-
She sinks,
Into rain filled with pain.
She steeps,
Deeper into blood-shamed marrow.
She spoils rotten,
Staggering through the storm-
Alone
She bleeds stones through cracks in cold hearts.
Her roots shaken,
She's stirred, undernourished and depleted.

Heart sick-
Dried up and calloused in the belly of Venus.
Her shape, full round purple planet
Held at the base of my lunar spine.
Yet the wreckage remains in heart-blurred hands.

How does the universe implode..
Explode!
Yet I can still hear grief-stricken screams,
Petrified,
Calcified inside the bones of my ribs...?

Skeleton dribbles and drains,
Scandals scraped and shredded in shedding skin
Am I torn or reborn...?
I can't lift my head to see the horizon-
I'm bound at the foot of the Dragon,
Slayed by the tongue of my underbelly.
I'm engulfed, convulsing and heaving,
I can't sip in any air-

I'm motionless in the mire,
Seared inside the incineration-
My affliction stains the clouds...
The pastel clouds,

Passing...              Passing...                Passing...
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Passing.


Me.


By-

- J. Circosta
Poems From Passion
- Collapsed Star, ©2016