I debated whether or not to post here... I write a fair amount of poetry, but it is generally quite personal. However, I did just find a number of poems that I thought I'd lost... so despite the dark nature of this piece, I'm posting it in celebration
Requiem Last night
you were the knife
beneath my dreams
Wounding me from inner chasms
Grasping the crimson blade
Mirroring that mortal edge
I embraced
to
cleave you from scarlet rivers
As I forced my helpless touch
Your pulse
still screaming against my own
even as lashing scimitars
Completed their final sunder
Last night your echo
Ever present behind this existential skin
Emerged upon the planescape of my eye
silently staging my vision
towards your barren grave
Where only fanged shadows writhe
Staining me indelible
Forever