February 4, 2022Vall.Grey poetry6 Comments

Unholy

a mood board showing two hands trying to touch one another in a black&red background

Our beloved story is full of mold
Our beloved tale like no other

A canvas bleached in colors gray
Our bodies as one, an inevitable bond
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you’re whispering something unworldly
you cannot look me in the eye
embarrassed but boldly you grow
from a mold rooted and ancient
*

I look at you suspiciously 
I am terrified of you; 

laying down your eldritch papers
full of meaning thrown down on the floor
I keep on trembling in your arms
crying out loud for help to come
there were none

Suspiciously the air thickened;

I saw it entering, seeping in my body
I felt it grabbing at my fingertips
eons of terror in moments repeated
waking up while losing breath
*

Feeling my spirit breaking
Your mold found its way to the core
Undefeated

Suspiciously
The scene repeats itself;