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April 1, 2015
By gotmar19 BRONZE, Elm Grove, Wisconsin
gotmar19 BRONZE, Elm Grove, Wisconsin
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chiaroscuro you press your hands against me
fiery and acrid and silent and still
we never breathe while we’re together, so
once you leave I gasp freedom through
the holes in my chest
wonder when your eyes stopped
transfixing me

[even the lashes,
even the ashes]

shut the window; draw all the curtains
dam up the cracks in the walls against the winter that already burns in my blood
but forgive me; I need to pick up the phone
you’re on the line again.



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clericus said...
on May. 15 2015 at 2:18 pm
clericus, Byron Center, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"..But inside something gnaws at me; some presentiment, anxiety, dreams - or sleeplessness - melancholy, indifference - desire for life, and the next instant, desire for death; some kind of sweet peace, some kind of numbness, absent-mindedness..." Frederic Chopin

This is almost nihilistic - wonderful and cutting and intense. Love it.