Pitch Black

She was as welcome
As a ray of sunshine…
On a parched desert world
Devoid of life
Atmosphere burned away
By hydrocarbons

She was as wanted
As a downpour…
On the day of the funeral
The mourners soaked
With cold rain
And bitter tears

She was as loved
As an armistice…
On the final day of a war
In which your son
Was the last one
To die

She was as pitch black
As the agony in her broken heart

I pulled the first stanza of this poem straight out of a comment I made yesterday about being a ray of sunshine… the rest of it just sort of fell into place after that. Header Image: Agony and Ecstasy -Paul Lovering

Want to Live

This is the poem from which I took the fragment Live. I’ve also added the audio recording. 

In minor key
A droning tone
Wails the violin
Staccato of a drum

The restraints that bind
And bite into flesh
The metal is cold
The stone floor rough

The sting of your hand
I gasp at the blow
Sense your excitement
I pray to a god I don’t know

When harp strings plucked
Sound like the howl of a ghost
Blood seeps from my wounds
And I fear all is lost

When your breath in my ear
Asks for what I can’t give
I know your love is destruction
And I want to live

Artwork, words and vocals ~ Meg Sorick