I dance with the muse and a sharpened blade
Scared with razor blades
Dipped in rusted chrome
I carve sacred butterflies
Through acid stained skin
Following imaginary pattens
Like words penned in sans script
A filigree of morbid creations
Tinged in sallow regret
Vicarious rivers of blood tint my dreams
Tracing the visions with sharpened nails
And a tongue glistening red
Laps at the refuge pilled on the cinder path
Time in glinting eyes capture death
I continue cutting butterflies
Dipping toes in a smell sulphuric
Hearing the laugh of my demons
Listening through my eyes
Exhaled in a jaded sin
Harlequin’d jezebels dance on shadows
Born of desires unborn
Bow in a sorrowful morn
Pluck a name from chaliced thought
Carve it deep into the skin
Blunted blades course no more
Hacking nails suffice in time
Drawn to the end of dance
All held within is now without
Sculpted of sinew and fettled bone
A butterfly warms itself in the sun
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chalice thought and harlequin'd jezebels...superb stuff.laceratingly good.
Loves exquisite agony and ecstasy. Can't have one without the other. Dark and yet, there is always the evolving butterfly.
Beautifully penned Aidz
The textures and sensations of carving and cutting the butterflies are well done....I thought the ending line was superb too...
Lovely, vivid piece.
def you bring the grit as always but...i like that you are carving butterflies...they make for an interesting contrast...and against some unseen stencial as well...tight closure too man
Wow, I love the maze you take us through here, especially the realization in the thought that "all held within is now without". The tone is natural, idealistic, and visceral and I like that it is brought full-circle in the contentment in the decisions made. The ending makes me think of all of the beautiful order conceived through chaos. Love that! Wonderful writing here, nice to meet you!
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