Loss

[breathtest]

I crawled up into my sheets – sweating, disarmed –
And wept.
My heart was feeble and hands cold.
Rushing to sleep that night, traversing heavy mountains
To reach a point in the snow that lay softly untouched.
I covered myself head to toe in the foam
And sat in meditation for a while,
Until lids pulled my face and dragged it downwards
And I fell onto my back, murmuring curses at the moon.

Waking slowly, I felt hard tracks of sticky mascara down my face,
Hair plastered together in dreadlocks
And deep gashes cut into my belly, above and below the button.
I couldn’t believe it was already August,
Virgo dripping wax from the sky,
Plato stamping images and rage on my pupils
And conversing with other philosophers behind my back.

The sadness gripped me at that moment, coiled round my neck
With paralysing strength, injecting its poison deep into my veins,
Which pulsated and thickened under the pressure
And finally burst, filling me with loss, and blood, and pain.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Wow, you assuredly found the way to continue those opening lines, and with such depth and passion!

[breathtest]

And i deeply thank you for your advice on how to continue PrinceMyshkin. I just left them alone and the rest of it came to me.

[a_little_wisp]

The descriptive and painful images here truly help to convey this moment of sadness- well-written, Breath.

[Sapphire]

When I read "The sadness gripped me at that moment, coiled round my neck" I was a bit surprised, for the sadness had taken hold of me long before I reached that line. Really written with feeling.

Thank you for sharing,
Sapphire