Uncelebrated Valentines

Uncelebrated Valentines prose poem

Photo by arileu

(A collaboration with Gene)

In dark melancholy’s mire
a heart’s forlorn canoe
paddles through the dense grief floating on the
clutching like vines,
sticks like Val Des ooze,
pulling me under.
Listening to the ghostly music coming from the
Petrified hopes, slowly giving in
INHALE — the mix
rotten promises, malodorous vows
Senses drowning
No memories now
Only sounds echoing
of discordant denials
One blasphemous blast
Like monsters in the depths
No choices now
Sinking — yet suspended
No anchors
No top
No bottom
No valentines.

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Makaylah Downs

the way this is written. the words used. just wow..