Three Poems

by Natasha Burge

 and the floor has disappeared

it is evening

and the floor has disappeared

as it always does this time of day

red paper moon and fallen clouds

hide the empty bone feeling

but not from me

 

thick knotted vines

thorns like teeth

soil made ravenous

because it knows

like I do

that everything is hollow

and the birds that return next year

are not the same

as the birds that cloud the sky tonight

 

the floor is gone

and the gnawed upon

gristle of this world exposed

everything has come loose

 

teeth baring smiles

skull fragments eons hence

truth in dirt packed crescents

beneath fingernails

there is nothing here

if you know where to look

 

it doesn’t try to hide itself

when evening comes on

and the floor disappears

and the roots are exposed

and flesh colored hairs

rise up like spider silk

to trace the nothing that is here

 

shooting stars don’t feel no pain

there was a smear across the sky that day

once the stars had fallen

only it remained

 

too damn bad about them folks you said

such a shame

a crack in their armor

let in the flames

 

mission failure

no survivors

but you said

shooting stars don’t feel no pain

 

that’s how you found me

you told me later

in some back seat or dirt road bar

it cried out to you

the crack in my armor

that something strange

 

contact lost

distress call unanswered

but you were the only one

who would ever want me like this

so I made myself into a meteor and fanned the flames

and shooting stars don’t feel no pain

 

such a shame you said watching the sky

such a shame you said after

when you were done

and I lay scattered

 

and it’s too damn bad about the girl you found

with the cracked armor that let you in

she was such a shame

smeared among the wreckage, ugly and strange

but shooting stars don’t feel no pain

 

there are people on the stairs

there are people on the stairs

watching me pass

hear

the crack of spindle-necks

the snap of button-black eyes

 

i think they have already seen

my unkempt creases and darkest folds

yes

my palimpsest hands are flayed open

spliced fine at the nerve

look inside

they are hollow to the bone

 

and

i am caught

jostle and stuck

detritus clumps and unfinished steps

 

the people on the stairs

watching me pass

freeze

a tableau vivant with train wreck vision

wallpaper skin and snatching teeth

 

and

then

 

their looking glass eyes

swallow my reflection

sipping me in

silvered mercury rivulets

drop from their mouths

free fall

darkness abounds

 

i emerge

dripping and undone

to join them on the stairs

and watch myself pass

Natasha Burge is a writer with ink-stained fingers, a tumbleweed heart, and one foot permanently planted in other worlds. She currently lives and works in Saudi Arabia and Bahrain. Contact her at http://www.natashaburge.com/

One thought on “Three Poems

  1. Shades of Lovecraft !!! Those send a few chills up my spine – unfortunately I read them in the evening and not in the morning – so I will pay for that tonight.

    GREAT work!!

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