Indigo Angel
The Time-KeeperI let acedia take over for the summer, let it slip over me like a warm bath. I wrote about it before, shortly before I left, the silencing, the tightening up in my throat, until I realized I had nothing to say. Or I did, but it became too exhausting to say it. Too exhausting to even think of the process of saying it. But it is winter now, or so it likes to play at, and with it my inner voice has sprung up, Athena-like, her sword cutting through my mental vocal cords. At least for the moment.The Time-Keeper
At least for this page.
But for the summer I slept, crept away, hid away from myself. No writing, none at all, except for the T
Paper MothsThey writhed in your grasp Sweat and tears forming Gray-black moths Thoughts quick to die Touching too close to flame, Exploding in painful snapshot flashesPaper Moths
Grin and snarl A complicated dance With your flitting back and forth On your poisonous painted wings. I wait for fire to catch your over-gelled hair And send you crumbling down, Nothing more than ash and glitter.
You, ill played phantom.
Semi-Yearly Update
My work called "Over Envy" is available as a print
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