Imminent Mortality –

“I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can’t. It’s a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.” – Aaron Huey

 

 

 Sneaking thing this black specter, writhing in my brain,
Coloring my bright light with shades of never
Bringing the death of my flesh
In the missing of your gray eyes, pushing in my stomach,
grabbing solitary and smearing me with earnest
Bringing the death of my heart
Swirling decisions in red clouds, failing in my heart,
a tempting success erased in a hurried smudge

Bringing the death of my work
Jumping off castles of white cliffs,
flapping frantically in the forest of the unknown
Bringing the death of my belief

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

Skin – Yours feels good on me

Be forewarned: This is a creative application of an analogy
“The finest clothing made is a person’s own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this.”  – Mark Twain
 
“It’s a sad man my friend who’s livin’ in his own skin and can’t stand the company.”                             – Bruce Springsteen

 

ad libitum

Pulling out my favorite skin, one of the many I’ve gathered over the course of years, I pushed one foot through, then pulling it over my head, stood up and turned around. There, now I’m complete. I looked in the mirror, this skin is tight, it doesn’t quite fit. “After all my hunting to find the perfect fit, damn.” These things change you know, in the night while your sleeping, they shrink and grow taking on their own wild destiny. It’s hard to pull out the men, the women, from their skins. I yank and tug, making little cuts to release the flesh, loving when it just falls off, but that usually meant someone else had the same idea, using it to hide, or rather, to enhance their look. My collection is extensive and ever changing. I pulled some off of religious fanatics, some from thugs, some from pretty boy hair bands. I yanked a couple off some bikers and even a lawyer couldn’t escape my scheming thievery. All skin is beautiful by virtue of hiding mine. I sit looking in the mirror at my latest acquisition. I sure look good in it, wish I could move though, it always rips when I go outside. No worries though, I’ll keep yanking and saving them and perhaps sew them together. I’ll find one that fits and works eventually. I wish they wouldn’t leave marks on me, it blows my cover when you see pieces that obviously don’t fit on me. I’ll make excuses and hold it on while I scurry to pull another skin over the unfinished parts of me.

Also Published in: Wingposse Magazine, April 2013

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Prayers – Forgive Me For My Body

The following is a post by descendingascension, a young woman with exceptional talent. Enjoy.

Oh my God!
Forgive me for my body,
For it has been dealt sins of the flesh.
This child, with bright eyes,
A child no more,
But there, a woman
Teary eyes and full bosomed
Betrayed into womanhood,
Not by child
But by deceivers with sweet tongues and quick hands
Such motions to seduce a body

Forgive me Father!
This body can bear no more.
With its fullness
The wretchedness of flesh memories

Oh my Lord, I pray
Not for forgiveness,
For within myself it is scant,
But for penance.

Out of Heaven and Hell,
Love was created
And the demons unleashed unto me.
Fallen a soul
Once an angel with honest intent,
Yet I sacrificed the keys to the gates when I spoke his name
And tore off my wings with bodily shame

Now!
I am condemned a mortal
To wander and roam;
To be left to my devices
And vices
In purgatory;
Alone.

-R.S.L.S


First published in descendingascension