dark rooms
shattered, cobwebbed,
window panes
and the blood-red sky beyond
with the sun embedded
like a lost pearl
in a lava sea . . . .
claustrophobic mountains
screaming at the clouds,
‘GET AWAY !!! GET AWAY !!!
and all around
souls of lovers
crucified like scarecrows
on the withered branches
of dead trees.
my world
where the only truth is loneliness
the only warmth, the fever
of intoxicated insomnia
the only eyes
the detached eyeballs in the fish tank
floating
like sluggish spirits among the weeds.
i ventured out a couple of times before.
i still do,
occasionally.
but each time return to find
the dracula teeth a little sharper
the head a little more
like the skull on mantlepiece
ogling at life
with a grin.
the time is drawing near
when you will walk into my room
to find another skull on the mantlepiece
ogling at life
with a grin.
will you then
dust the cobwebs
from the sockets of my eyes?
You beautifully describe the coldness.
Thank you for reading, as well as commenting, Susan.