❛ The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say. ❜
WICKED. // CLOSED. // @stellaux
known was your ( his ) home as paradisal domain ; exposed nocturnal dolor. dangerous to treat into, yes, and therefore this annihilation-creature identified himself exactly native to its havoc-stain. he’d, too, known glimmer-rain — dainty, its lethal drop ; half-petite, half-cataclysmic. no man had any blame to force ‘pon this blessed eye ; caught, then slain by light, mesmerized like a moth, and magnetized to the gravity of it. at last, the same eye found itself so god-damn blinded. cruelly razed by gamma-blaze, such mellow / silent violence. light’s healing ; light’s fractional ; light’s disaster surrounded by more disaster. luxurious catastrophe, t’was all that we could figure. ( & a sainthood-friend once claimed : ‘ know this, there’s more to it / remember this, some light traverses years afar to greet us. ‘ — & the destroyer mused : ‘ sometimes ‘tis only cold-hot death, coming and inhabiting us, to gorge us from the inside like a depraved cell as much as shadows do, and the killing shall be purifying, so harmfully satisfying. other times ‘tis but ghost-glint waning, waiting to shrivel away amid chaos’ viscera and be found, like a treasure i want to exhume off its bloody grave. there only is this tragedy about it . brittle, too brittle, it crumbles within the grip, the remains decomposing into dust — its multi-dimensional loss plants paranoia, leaves my hands devoid of connected dots, whenever i turn, whenever i come to touch, the stars fade out. ‘ )
but shadows — shadows were honest ; their loom, frank enough to be dreaded, to not be mistaken for something worshipable. simply were casted, and they thrived, and they linger’d. thusly, he hardly disagreed : “ certainly. isn’t it at night and in the gloom, that most legends of alien worlds are told ? heroic, comedic, dramatic, and others are horrors they wail about ; from time to time so appalling, they are not entirely suited for the young. but… are the utmost truest of their kind. “ swallow did he, disquietly, ‘neath the asteroid sea, observed by andromeda, the nigh galaxy-neighbor. she’d seen his crime to be ancient-sin / he wished not to be seen the same way by you. no, he pleaded, not by you. “ say, do you listen to them often ? they hopefully don’t tattle about my embarrassing attempts to — ” — reap beauty off the grass of faraway hills and valleys, to bring them as gifts and honor some memories, choosing the petals in pastels which would’ve matched the lavender of your oracle-gaze, had they only not died in his hands. you see, the nature of his claimed him from center to outlines. these joints, flexed and withdrawn / these fingers ( noun ) : autopsy instruments and murderous digits, avoiding the weaving of flora crests. whetted, honed blade(s) unworthy of your intwine-grace. beside you, he’d been capable to define ‘shame’ fluently ; a learned, foreign word, mastered to understand its stigmatic meaning. ( ‘ how i wish you’d ruin me — in the most sublime way. pull me asunder , undo me , so that i would cease walking my carcass-path, to ward you. i, ravenous for the mayhem. ruin me, thus i shan’t ruin you. and the balcony on which we situated ourselves, the pillars carrying our divine weight, this lantern post and bench and rosebushes between which we craft crowns of thorns, in lieu of forget-me-nots & your pearly sister, the moon, are the closest witnesses of this strangulating boon. ‘ )
he shook his head, once / he let his question wither, twice. “ nevermind — — i speak too much. ”
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