Undoing (with audio)

Black

on grey

on twilight,

the purple dusk

and bruised toenail

sliver of moon.

The trees

are dark beasts

on the horizon

and I rode- I strode,

on my own two-feet

to the gallows,

the sad-sweet moment

of my undoing

its not magic

but something else

altogether—

Like a first smile,

like a newly found element.

Something else,

yes, something else entirely.

There is a face in the moon,

a skull,

a dry, dead grinning thing

and it is this,

it is always this

I return to.

~Melanie Thomason

Reblog from 2013

Blue Moon

we met in December

on the corner of love and hate

at a minute to midnight

in the glittering hour

finding love on Lexington avenue

only happens twice in a blue moon

~Melanie Thomason

3/31/2020

 

Cursed

 

Impossible Causes

in a Hollow Kingdom

Cursed

by A Thousand Fires

~Melanie Thomason

3/31/2020

Look

Look Both Ways

Where the World Ends

~Melanie Thomason

3/31/2020

Dead Speak

Anyone

Can learn The Song of Names

and one should as it is

How the Dead Speak

in The Second Sleep

~Melanie Thomason

3/30/2020

Beautiful Day

A Cloud a Day

An American Sunrise

A White Bird

A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

This is Happiness

and I Really Needed This Today

~Melanie Thomason

3/29/2020

 

Quote-Jorge Luis Borges

escape

her family

lacking humanity

embraced their insanity

“loved” with brutality

made home a monstrosity

hell—

or at least in the vicinity

she had to get away

or be lost in their depravity

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baptized by poetry

words strengthened her immunity

to escape her biology

to leave them in her history

a change in geography

gave her new opportunity

to make a new reality

and write her own story

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~Melanie Thomason