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by Ezra
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Gothic · #2113611
A poem based on the prompt to the Dark Dreamscapes - Round 22 Poetry Contest
Down corridors of umbral dream I stumbled,
refugee from a sepulchral dwelling–
A sorry revenant bitterly seeking–to quell the sleights–
the pleasures forsaken–
of life.

When there! In the soil beside a fallen stone–
inchoate hoary monuments sprouted from the hallowed earth.
I gasped, and I grasped–to pull from Lethe’s oblivious waters
forgotten love’s denuded remains.
There you stood before me–exhumed.

Pleasures life withheld, in death compelled:
I twisted my unfettered humerus around your clavicle
until my metacarpals graced
your costal cartilage–each rib–your pelvic girdle,
My distal phalanges exploring your every interstice.

In time, we began to dance–we clattered and cavorted
through the lament-limned luminescence
of Artemis’ pale-white bauble,
until our bones rubbed down and ground
to two heaps of pearl-white powder.

The night exhaled–
And a silver-lined cloud
wafted across the harvest moon.

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