A World Away
Blanketed in overlapping dark,
Feign ignorance to secret words
Creeping sweetly through the
Body, like ivy up the sides of Usher House.
Meander the cobblestone streetcorners,
Lining the distance between here
And nowhere, without regard for pools
Of lamplight that dapple the blackened
Consciousness; would-be illumination disbanded
In sake of shining trust
Disillusioned and tarnished, like the silver
It stood for, collapsing in a star-cold nebula.
Such a gorgeous cacophony
Of blister-eye'd smiles; open
Wounds-Collecting the blood that wells
On the corner of your pillowcase.
"A World Away"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith
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