It's been a while since I have been on this blog. I have come back to read some of my own stuff . However, I was inspired by literary colleague to revisit it and upon logging in I realized I had a drafted poem here saved, unpublished from March 18, 2013. Sort of like a "never previously released track" from an artist. I also created a new profile under this blog to reflect a different version of myself posting and be able to differentiate from who I was.
The night sky is as deep and profound a shade of cobalt blue
as my evening dress.
I waltzed around the circus floor among creatures and thieves
while the magician's sprung from their secret hiding places,
a pattern of unscented flowers for the wicked maidens.
The dolls and the ringleaders sipped poison from their chalice's.
One by one their faces melted and they all revealed the same thing underneath;
Rotted skin and acidic sweat.
My escort let the hand well-slip
until his face, and the thing underneath, crumbled off.
I scurried him to secluded safety under the judging sky
and begged for aid and begged for answers.
The pieces of his false human face crumbled onto my dress.
The blue was no longer luscious and beautiful, but contaminated and noxious.
And as I begged the sky to save him,
I felt blue paint, wet against my cheek.
The sky was melting.
There was darkness underneath;
sky that was as black as the depths of evil and conscious-less time.
As it rained blue paint on me,
he powdered into an ashy mountain of cloth and bone.
I tried to shape the flakes back together again
until the wind swept away every trace of anything.
