Mortem | 7. In The Blood

Lady and the Crow



 In The Blood

In a life where my dark is blurry

comes a drug that I need in a hurry.

What led to such a need needs no

explanation as all I need is my crow.


Planes shifting, darkness evading,

My blood evaporating, the sun is fading.

With each flap, my crow’s wings spread

and into my veins the thread of yours has fled.


When you feel as if you have no stomach for it,

It looms on the heart’s horizon, love’s permit.

Carrying the essence of you, the barrel

is the key to an ominous passionate peril.


Such a thirst drowns me in drought of you

for a needle through my flesh only spews

the scent into the air yet, I am already affectionate.

My mind goes blank, that I already knew.


In the hallway of my life, I injected you

the essence

darker, yet now evermore

you were the glimpses of light in my dark

corridor that kept slipping beneath me

Your sound echoed through the halls

that I attuned to silence

and immediately, they heated up.

The grief of holding back ripped my flesh

thus, I was none

yet even then I felt your essence surrounding

and weeping, growing gardens over me.

In the second act, was I man

now dead

or perhaps resurrected

matters not, like a Sphinx

the riddles of your love would be

a rewarding death, a banshee

of my hallway I would remain.

Between the voids in your eyes,

the endless sun shining your hair,

and the violet tone of your voice,

I say yes, I will love you again.


The needle cuts and somehow I bleed,

Yet, it is not my flesh that needs to feed.

It is in the blood, yet I feel the same

Surrounded by the passions to inflame.

July 1, 2023


Malum in se.

Everyone scratches some words into the walls of their heart when they are young.


What turns us into poets is the fact that we keep writing.

Even in death.

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