staircase to the broken sky
August 12, 2020diminished, defeated, unknown to the gods,
fallen at the feet of those I once loved;
here I am: a warm raindrop hanging from a spiderweb,
drinking the blood of the sunset;
come with me, follow the dark staircase up to the broken sky
of yet another sleepless night; i’ve got no stories to tell
but i’ve got illusions and false hope to peddle -
they are the honey of the poor and the cursed;
there’s also a sweeter poison you can pour in your cup:
the guilt and self-loathing of those who were betrayed,
wounded and left for dead.
stay still, wait no more, be silent!
watch the hours dance their menuet;
do not stir in your cocoon of lostness:
every flapping of the wings is a laceration
of the night’s smooth body.