So, I finally wrote a new piece that I don't hate and that I managed to finish. This is nothing short of a miracle, so be gentle.
It is about something specific this time, but once again the reader's perception matters more than the writer's. The words should really speak for themselves.
Toxic
The sordid air clings to everything; all-pervading
Swirling, curling, twirling crushed diamond blocks
Streams of red satin and conscience
Laughter and burning eyes
We are the life and soul
And the ghost in the corner smiles benevolently
She knows that soon we will touch the sun
And as wings are flicked into a pile of ash,
We fly on
With terms of endearment and echoes of youth
One dormant heart now erupts
Tides are turning, and we are suddenly scented
Tainted
Eject an apology from a rear window,
And leave for the lamplight-sunrise, far away
Wander across the endless dust to a destination revisited
And finally find, prostrate upon wilting petals,
We linger on
