vinesveins

my thoughts are as hazy as the thin veil of rain
that shadows this dark city
the walls are bare and neutral watching the single window
reflect no expression
the day has followed through again though again i can
hardly remember when
it slipped into night

the searing pain reaches me with a slight lag
i know i should not forget
when every wish that lies on every eyelash
is less than nothing when caught inside a tiny flickering flame

i remember a dream that may have been real once
the ivy climbs thick on the fence beside the sidewalk
it inverts and reverts as it pleases, buses changing direction to suit
i had to force tears untill the irritation subsided
and i left the antagonist to be caught inside a tiny flame
with a wish tied to his claw
sucked away by a wind that plucked at the leaves, making them
seem as if they might be saluting the darkness that fluttered in my periphery
dragged away by a wind that pulled at my hair and whispered in my ear
until i could not see icouldnothear i could not catch my breath

and it twists into some other vine/vein,
it too may just be a dream now, or as(good)as;

i am not still. no in fact i am anything but
my hips are cold and the wind notices
all is thunder and electricity my skin crawls notunpleasantly the fine hairs on the back of my neck reach for the static air
the wind picks up until the sheer force of it rattles my bones notunpleasantly it twists and
it twists and
it twists and
there is one calm point, in the centre of the spiral that twists and
i lie still there, the wind lies with me
the wind lies to me
it twists and

my breath returns, unwanted
the vines die back/down
with the wind
shadows ripple through the air
it solidifies and falls back into me

(one shadow made of mercury)


notice how the cold seems so much more raw in the city
it sneaks nearer in a similar fashion to nightdaynight
it sucks the bodies' warmth away, it shrivels the leaves
still
on the vines beside me