Micro Stories · Shadow Poetry

i act like i need it

I stared at the words written on the wall for hours without ever seeing them.

The warmth of the day bloomed in me until all I knew were the leaves above in their muted dance.

And my lips recognized the lyrics before my thoughts did. Paint splashing against the wall of my heart. Your voice reverberating through the hollows of my dreams.

You follow me into the empty. Crushing colored glass under my toes in paradise, some sense of you leading me forward.

I can feel you breathing beneath my skin, I see you speak every time I close my eyes.

And there’s this buzz, deep in my flesh. Past the marrow and into the atomic darkness, hidden where the dancing lights of misery and joy fight. It puts a gun in my mouth one second. A love letter the next. Because I remember.

I have to feel it. So I wake up.

And you’re not there.

Shadow Poetry

Remember Me

Little moments.


Remember me as these little moments where my true self shines through this disease caking my pores.
They’re all I get.
These little moments.
Shuddering gasps of air, touches of soothing peace and mercy.
They’re not enough. They hide behind eternity now, growing farther away.
Bare slits in the bag over my soul, leaking until I can see the sun, for a brief reprieve.


And I give them to you.
Little notes. Filled to the brim with what my tears can’t communicate.
Before I crumple back in on myself, alone and suffocating.
I know it’s not enough.


What happens when that’s all I am? Scraps left behind.
As the void reaches through my skin, wrapping it’s charred claws round my heart?
The silence is breaking me.
All these little moments, huddling together in the dark, begging for more.


Just a blip on the screen of the body that was stolen from me. I am running out of time but I’m not the one using it all up.

Shadow Poetry

every wild animal


love has teeth

slides deep

leaves a mark


breaks in

with a noose

in the dark


in the rafters

hangs your

every enemy


sweeps out

the rug

easy remedy


clears out

your closet

in full, before


before they can

break down

your door


searching

for your dirt

in the garden


because love

love

won’t pardon


love is

a rose

soft petals aplenty


but her thorns

they don’t spare

any


she’ll take

all

of you


you’ll pay

in full

her due


when they

come to

plunder


she’ll dazzle

with passion

and wonder


touch a

soft petal

of yours?


they’ll find

what it means

to be hers


love is

armour

impenetrable


warmth

at night

unbreakable


love will

slit their

throat


stand there

laughing

til they bloat


hate doesn’t

protect like

love does


claws to

open bellies

because


you don’t

you don’t

touch

what love does


her war

cry

comes


to your chest

blood soaked

drums


love has teeth

don’t touch

what’s hers


every wild animal

every wild animal

purrs

Shadow Poetry

themis

do you ever lose a moment

to the ever present night?

only to realize too late

it was swallowed by the light?


i think we have it wrong

i think we’re quite confused

it’s never the dark that takes

it’s the bright lights that use


they hide behind their masks

and pretend to hold a flame

what we all new was truth

and never could quite tame


true light in the darkness

when real, is well and good

but nothing teaches better

than being lost in the abyss would


and don’t we feel all alone

in the cold light of day?

instead, a warm embrace

for which we all pray


you don’t need a crutch

you need to learn to see

when you squint against the sun

moments lost to eternity.


Micro Stories

hushed tone

whisper into the hollow

and forget yourself

until every spark ignites your soul

they’ll fight through the thicket

trying to drown the light

inside


what are you saying?

words whispered

lips parting against

somebody’s neck

what are you saying?

when they’re not watching

etching tendrils of magick into being


was it a noose

or did you let down your hair

to save them?


press your palm

into all your wet intentions

take it back and they’ll remember

your name

is it dripping gold

or blood?

Shadow Poetry

act none

i think i heard the last one

i think i heard it falling

but every time i look

there’s a blinding light calling


they said i shouldn’t try

i’d only taste more pain

i really did attempt

but i simply couldn’t refrain


now there’s a naked procession

a broken crown on the floor

an empty throne down the hall

and it’s not so cold anymore.


by Daphne Shadows

Stream of Consciousness

is social media a hamster wheel?

do you ever consider deleting all your social media?

facebook, twitter, instagram?

i wonder if there’s any point in it.

i mean, i’ve garnered some pretty freaking cool relationships because of it… but none of which would really be effected if i disappeared.

i mean, am i contributing anything good? PURPOSEFUL? helpful?

i don’t know, really.

human connection is such an infinite, finite, ever-changing and solid thing. it’s like trying to capture smoke in a bottle. did you really get it? or is everything simply a hamsters-running-in-a-wheel, situation? pointless and useless, but keeps you moving, feeling like you’re going somewhere?

i just don’t know.

is my footprint, simply there? or is it a positive influence that actually helps someone, anyone?

how many times can one blather on about their inner workings? (when the right mood hits, i can, for eons) and is it any use?

in this world of attacking someone for having a different favorite hairstyle than you and digging through years old tweets (leaving zero room for human growth or change, apparently) specifically for the purpose of smearing their name in the mud – am i more than a whisper? am i contributing? or am i simply fooling myself?

is it that when everyone has a megaphone, no one does? or is it truly that negativity always screams louder and most days, people search that out for the drama? meanwhile, the positivity is buried. buried, even, by all the mundane yammering of normalcy and humanness that is to be human?

and for all my speaking – am i saying anything worth hearing?

i. just. don’t. know.

Shadow Poetry

Blood & Salt

I have days
Where I wish
I wasn’t


My fingertips
Burning
With all this
Broken belief


Broken mirrors
Full of dreams
I naively
Dreamt


There are all
These rules
Where I just
Don’t belong


My soul
Is a song
No one wants
To sing


Hope is
A betrayer
A siren song
Sweet lullaby
Sweeping in
To caress


Only,
I don’t see
Until it’s too late
The charcoal claws
Coming for
My soft underbelly


Carving out the warmth
Leaving me hollow
In bed sheets
Wet with blood and salt
Tears I didn’t know
I had left


No porcelain grave
To weep for
My loss


I am barred
From slumber
Repreive


I am begging
For magic
On my knees
Before the abyss


When I’m honest
Alone with
The helpless child
And monster
In me
I wish
I wish I wasn’t


by Daphne Shadows