This totally reminds me of that scene in Phantom of the Opera where Christine gets all possessed by Erik (it's the song "Phantom of the Opera") and she passes out and he lays her on that seashell-shaped bed, and he stands over her singing "the music of the night."

But maybe I'm just weird.

I love the last line! "Our bruises cascade down our memories" is fantastic, too.

The imagery is powerful, haunting in its display. The personification - divine. 'air flaunting' 'bruises cascade'. I'm in love with this poem. It's exquisite, dark, and oh-so beautiful.

** it, this is just amazing. your word choice is absolutely flawless. 'our bruises cascade down our memories' -- ** gorgeous line. 'dripping her emotions on bed sheets' -- perfect, just absolutely beautiful. and the last line is just amazing. i love this, just love it.

You have such beauty in your work that I enjoy every word of what you write. Such talent!! LOVE yor work always.

WINKS

=)

static conflict - i love those two words together for some reason. nice work.

Ah, such is dreaded aftermath often called 'regret'.

Hm... Such a Yoda sentence.

But yes. This is true to life and your first stanza actually explains everything perfectly.

reminds me of murder

why is everything about something else today

I love "our bruises cascade down our memories" and "dripping her emotions on bed sheets, / only to fall onto the floor." Love this.

marie

Beautiful work, dear. That last line is so powerful and just yummy. I love it. Keep writing! :)