CLEAN ME

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Clean me.

Wet me.

Drench me.

Feel me.

Touch me.

Clean me.

 
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A TOUCH

Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895

 

In the quiet,

There is a hum,

A whispering sound.

A pitch too high to hear.

A touch too light to feel.

We are never alone.

DARK SHADOWS

coiour-my-world:
“ Koh tao sunset by Aylin Kinacioglu
”
Please don’t set.
Don’t remove your light.
Your warmth.
Your heat.
The nights are cold.
The shadows are long.
Their reach too immense.
Don’t allow the moon its space.
It brings pain with its...

 

coiour-my-world:

Koh tao sunset by Aylin Kinacioglu

Please don’t set.

Don’t remove your light.

Your warmth.

Your heat.

The nights are cold.

The shadows are long.

Their reach too immense.

Don’t allow the moon its space.

It brings pain with its touch,

Horror in its light,

Shadows in its path.

Please don’t leave me.

THE DEAD GAME

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SEE ME

SEE ME
See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

SEE ME

See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

 

TOUCH ME

 

 

Give me your hand.

Let me touch your fingers.

Feel the softness.

Revel in its texture.

I’ve been alone too long.

Not feeling a human’s touch.

A human’s warmth.

I’m cold to the touch.

But a fire burns inside.

Come to me.

Touch me.

THE DEAD GAME

BLACK AS NIGHT

 

Black as night.
Dark as death.
The evil one has come
For me this night.

His eyes shine bright.
He sees me and more.
He walks the earth.
At night he’s the lore.

I cannot run.
I cannot hide.
He knows my secrets.
He knows where I hide.

The roses are wilting.
They crumple in despair.
No colors to lighten their mood.
Only black as they tear.

He has no footsteps.
He walks with the wind.
His body whispers past me.
His fingers brush my face.

He has me in his arms.
We take fight with the stars.
The man in the moon winks.
He takes delight in this game.

I close my eyes in defeat.
Wolf has won yet again.
His cold lips crush mine
As I yield to his touch.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME 

IN THE DARK

ALONE IN THE DARK

“I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices around me.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I can feel the smoothness.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells waft by my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of  pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining in?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer.
I can never answer.
For I am blind,
Have been blind for years.”

The anguish my mother had faced
For most of her life.
Her sight stolen from her
At a young age.

The last part of her life
was spent in a nursing home,
suffering from dementia.
Life can be cruel.
Loss of sight.
Loss of colors.
Loss of faces.
Loss of memories.