Sunday, May 14, 2017

Night

Night and I have a love/fear relationship
I love him, so
Long as he promises
Not to pursue me
Although he violates that covenant
A little more than
Either of us would like to realize.
He's a little secretive,
But sometimes he'll share
His whispers through the stars
Which laugh like dewdrops
Suspended in space
Dancing along with the cosmos.
Or he'll talk with a breeze
Twisting it's fingers up my arm and
Rushing down my spine in a chill
As we talk together.
Night has always loved hushed tones.
Other times he's silent,
His voice masked by tiptoes in the hall
Glimmering eyes without faces
Suspended in space,
Beasts moving only in periphery.
Shadows reaching out
Twisting their fingers up my arm
Rushing down my spine in a chill
Burrowing unwelcome into my lungs.
Night has always favored the forbidden.

Leaena Tigris
May 15, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Remorse

It's that knot you feel in your stomach
When a certain song plays
Or the stabbing coming up underneath your chest
As you uncover traces of a memory
Like an archaeologist
Searching for your own past
Sifting through layers of old dust and dirt
Seeking out your own skeleton
It's the realization of how fragile things are
How just the right touch leads to fractures
How fractures lead to spiderweb lines
How those lines lead to shattering
How shattering produces shards
How shards become bullets
How bullets tear and cut and kill
How bullet wounds can heal
But maybe aren't the same
And is that okay?
Do you have a choice?
It has to be okay.