Half Sick of Shadows: Eurydice Leaving
Eurydice Leaving
I could’ve lived with my silence.
No one could compete
with your voice like smoke
that curled around people.
Seeped into their souls,
filling them with equal parts
awe and lust.
I could’ve lived with that.
It was the way you looked at me,
lust and fear and madness
fighting behind your eyes.
The way you’d ask me
once
twice
fifteen times
“Where’d you go today?”
Your hands like cobras
Waiting to strike.
Then you’d write songs
To my beauty.
Hope rooted me
As firmly as Daphne.
He alone
saw how like a shade,
I half-remembered life.
I never told him,
but felt your sting for it
all the same.
But something broke.
Took months to find me -
I’d dug in deep.
Gave me your same song
and dance,
and I ached for you.
“If you go home,” I said
weak and hating myself for it.
“If you let go now,
I’ll follow you back later.”
I held my breath,
for fifteen steps
that felt like five hundred.
You turned,
“Come home” you ordered.
Years of fury raged
through my body.
I said nothing,
but watched your face fall.
Then you drove away.
I walked back inside,
feeling frail as glass,
But I knowing I was free.
Happy International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day! Yah, I'd hoped for something light, but, this is was came tonight. I am apparently on a poetry kick. This poem will always remain free in honor of the day. However, if you like it, I'm not about to say no to tips.
I could’ve lived with my silence.
No one could compete
with your voice like smoke
that curled around people.
Seeped into their souls,
filling them with equal parts
awe and lust.
I could’ve lived with that.
It was the way you looked at me,
lust and fear and madness
fighting behind your eyes.
The way you’d ask me
once
twice
fifteen times
“Where’d you go today?”
Your hands like cobras
Waiting to strike.
Then you’d write songs
To my beauty.
Hope rooted me
As firmly as Daphne.
He alone
saw how like a shade,
I half-remembered life.
I never told him,
but felt your sting for it
all the same.
But something broke.
Took months to find me -
I’d dug in deep.
Gave me your same song
and dance,
and I ached for you.
“If you go home,” I said
weak and hating myself for it.
“If you let go now,
I’ll follow you back later.”
I held my breath,
for fifteen steps
that felt like five hundred.
You turned,
“Come home” you ordered.
Years of fury raged
through my body.
I said nothing,
but watched your face fall.
Then you drove away.
I walked back inside,
feeling frail as glass,
But I knowing I was free.
Happy International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day! Yah, I'd hoped for something light, but, this is was came tonight. I am apparently on a poetry kick. This poem will always remain free in honor of the day. However, if you like it, I'm not about to say no to tips.