DARKEST STAR

She exists in an inevitable vacancy, a Dark Star
shining beneath my skin, frayed by these undone
laces of Pain where only emotion-broken and liberating
-climax my secret heartache with the tears of a
lifetime and circumstances that still leave their
shadows inside me, stalking my Dark Star where
she writes...but her last rhythmic blow of light
guides me outward to align my vulnerability with
the blood-ink of the Universe, and there my soul
sips the starry spill of the Milky Way as I stretch
myself from Star to Star, searching to pluck out
the words where they imbed themselves in me, deep-
seated nettle and lyrics of white, I can feel them
prick me open, a useless refuge I must let bleed
so they will finally shine and others will see what
laid behind the silver climes I enclosed myself in,
a Rage inks out of my soul onto this paper-the petals
of my Purity-now shreds of another life I wish that
I had kept-but between my fingers it slipped, now
inkblots and tears are all that remain as poetry
invokes another death from me-my submission complete-
I die a little more with each poem I write, I see
my reflection glance off the blade of Moonlight and
the Darkness is sliced open again for me to plummet,
oh how they hurt these labyrinthine steps I must
walk alone...to liberate the light of my Darkest Star...

February 13, 2012
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