Chaos And Comfort

That silent feeling, starting in your soul’s center
Spreading out like a shot of brandy
Internally emotional and externally numb
Does it quiet the mind
Or make it more chaotic?
Still, I see your face — an apophenia
Tight in the popcorn ceiling above me
Where everything is white
Neatly spread out in their places
Yet, without direction
The illusion of motion surprises me
I close my eyes, and remember
Do I hear your voice?
Or is it the memory of your voice?
It whispers both chaos and comfort
Something that was once easy to swallow
Part clover honey — part sarin
To tame me quick and then burn me
A razor for the mind
Mysteries pour out of us both
Pooling beneath our bodies
Dazzling brilliance piercing my vision
As when eyes are closed tightly
Like the shutters over the windows
Will we, too, become chipped and dusty?
When your breath blows this dust off
Will you stay to watch it settle?
Or will you run as it rises from this body?
Sparks, then flames emanate from within
Demons dropping from the devil’s pinata
Pieces crumbling to the floor
Did you think tearing me up inside
Wouldn’t tear us apart?
Chaos and comfort
To tame me quick and then burn me

Written with The Laundry Maid

 

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16 thoughts on “Chaos And Comfort”

      1. I’m not sure either, but I thought of my grandmother’s house for some reason, and it’s been a long time, it was old and dark, filled with mysterious rooms and her cigarette smoke swirling, and as I’m walking through I can hear this in the background really faintly, but can’t quite make out the words. Thank you for the words!

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