Audrinary

Spoken too with crescents and hypotheticals,

A light enough to guide these butterflies,

An old forgotten spark to burn them on ascension,

Your very being summons swarms straight from the ashes.

From your lips slip the subtle words of the breathless,

Each one tailored between teeth for an addicts pallet,

I drowned in the consumption of this euphoric babble,

Yet my mind remained as lethargic and empty as my lungs.

Enter a scent so sweet I forgot my own miasma,

Blew down the fort I built from smog and smoke,

Open to this new red veil that falls over my pupils,

Enthralled by an essence that stagnates me in my frenzy.

Little lives you created from the cardboard cut-out,

So easily sliced when the blade never dulls,

Left a trail of sightless wielders in your wake,

Not even the darkness could take these patterns from me.

Cannibalized the tail to seem smaller than you are,

Still able to ensnare with the tales you collected,

The fables described the block of stone that remained,

Prophecy into a reality as you laid each brick before you.

Twitching limbs suspend us in every temporary moment,

Those ticking hands held tight around my face,

I was displaced amidst inconsequential eras,

And even they ground slowly between our layers of cogs.