The Proverbial Comedy

2 minute read   ·   01/ Obsidian in Amber
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I.
does she trip?
does she trip?
does she trip?

watch her fall!

bombastic movements in the serene air of the melancholy daze of my eyes

fading
fading
constantly fading

deny not
what is evident
in your mind
in your eyes
in your hands
even in your
lies

tick tock
tick tock
tick tock

all in the game, my dear

have you now lost that flair?

shame! shame!
because i will never forget your name

never. never. never.

flickering eyes
lips so sweet
your body so curved
and your body’s heat
i feel

twissssst!

twissssst!

let it all go
let it all go
let it all go.

II.
once in these arms

once in these arms

once

sweat dripping
lips meeting
bodies meshed together

they all said we go together like bread and butter

they all said we never needed to worry

they were wrong
wrong
wrrrrrrrrrrrrrong!

but i can still wish
to hold you

your sweet spot
your irises flaring
your pupils glaring
your nerves blaring!

urge
urge
urge

urge!

i can still taste the sweet water of your mind and soul and body and i know that it’s gone gone gone all gone gone gone all gone!

one moment in time
captured

splayed!

splayed!

lost.
again.

III.
i saw you again

there! you were there!
again!

i’ve lost the meaning that once shone through the tears and the nights and the softness that came out harsh and

dot

dot dot

that music i heard that reminded me of you has lost its pitch

it really sounds like shit now

space and time

space and time

the tricks that space and time play on us are innumerable

once i thought that time was a friend to be looked upon because he was so gracious when it came to apologies

and space. space! space gave me freedom to ride freely into time because they were both friends and i was a friend of them also

more than mutual acquaintances!

more than a memory that played incoherently during the storm

i like to fade in and fade out now

fade out.

IV.
i can only whisper now

i’ve lost my voice

my guts were splattered no the pavement when the trucks came to pick me up

i was a huge task

life was a huge task

you, my dear, were a huge task

i could never be what i wasn’t and i always was what i was

flutter

everything flutters

i flutter

i flutter

i flutter

in the end, no voices can remain

no screams
no yells
even the whispers have died down

the eyeballs just glare into wide open space only to see a blank white space

not so much of a memory lapse as it is a realisation of sorts

blink

and

blink

and

nothing

happens

nothing.