Hatching More Deaths

The cold wind echoes through
the cobwebbed dungeon I held
inside this splintered cellar
and stirred the trepidation
to crawl in the sweating skin
naked before a looming flame

A knot pulled in the gut
like a snake slithering into
my advances towards your light
collapsing into the dark
feigning a valiant act
to roll a stair for your fall
I wished for you oblivion,
your oasis and sobriety

In your huddling cloud of storm
I trespassed in silence
breaking like a panther
inside a dark cavernous heart
unscented in a vulnerable state
rivaling against fear and doubt
and the niceties of the night atrophied

This predicament coils asleep
under the eaves of the shy tongue
and tethered to the shards
of a broken moor in the heart
poisoning from the viscera
brooding another death
and when it is spoken
it is hatched - as you decline
I shifted back into
my ethereal fears and doubts

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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