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The Something Looming
by Kerowyn RoseAnd once again I enter the darkness.
One day I may not find my way out.
Restless,
inside of me it grows
in my hip sockets,
behind my knee caps,
running along blood vessels and tendons,
churning in knuckles and bone. Bone.
Weaving from uterus to bladder.
Sliding from charred esophagus to black sphincter.
Oozing from hair follicles. Laying in skin oil.
Swelling in glands, swelling in hands.
Too intangible to define.
Too overwhelming to ignore.
Day to day it's chasing of mortality eats the body
alive; excruciating and slow it savors the murder of essence.
So I slumber, at a loss to find the unknown.
A perpetrator – endlessly unidentified; most likely I,
whose spirit forgets about the limits of body and mind.
Mind? Yes, I sometimes do
(No, I sometimes don’t).
08/05/2010 Posted on 08/06/2010
Copyright © 2024 Kerowyn Rose
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/06/10 at 07:31 PM This seem like a road map through a dark and lost continent, dark with excessive bright. Good write. Thanks. |
| Posted by Ryan Nardi on 08/07/10 at 03:24 PM Incredible. The title caught my attention and you cashed the check with this one. Raw in the right way. And the touches of rhyme and repetition really work well. |
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