Issue II - Pluvia Literary Magazine

POETRY
my darkness
Lisa Watts
my darkness
slithers through the floorboards,
attaching to the ankles
of anyone who crosses my path.
it burns the walls
of my home called body,
leaving my tongue blistered and white.
my darkness
pours out of my eyes
like hot lava on a winter morning,
testing the waters of this life that we share.
my darkness
rips the shingles off of houses
and crushes the mortar and bricks,
the foundation is gone
and so am i.
it will drown my own breath
and eat its way out of my lungs.
unsteady of the boundaries i set long ago;
these reservations of self pity
that i do not thrive on anymore.
it unleashes this rush
of a putrid dark smog
that covers my existence.
my darkness
will smile and say good morning.
it drinks its coffee black
and answers my emails.
my darkness
will blast the tune
of screams into my ears,
yet no cry or shriek from pain
will release from my mouth.
my darkness
smothers me,
and eventually,
it will smother you too.
my darkness
kills me,
and eventually,
it will kill you too.
The Shoreline by Chris Guo
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