Reblogging my MP introductory piece
“I just hold the brush; Inspiration is the true artist.” ~ Maggie L.
Beneath the noontide sun I wait,
my thirst calls to you
and I cannot quiet it.
I’m wrecked by knowledge
you’ll bathe me again,
bleeding into me
as you shred on my sharp edges.
Gulls mock my anguish
with their lofty cries
knowing your death
is my birth
and vice versa.
Such is my burden;
heaven and hell in your wake.
From that watery grave in your eyes
rises a blood blue moon.
It seems fitting that your return
should be heralded
by such an auspicious rising
yet I am as solemn in your approach
as I am mute in my protestations.
You rise to me, compelled
yet spare no vigor.
Smashing down upon those jagged places
you wash over me,
fill the spaces between my pain
and try as I might to…
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