Image credit: Nejron Photo

Image credit: Nejron Photo

Your circuitry is brittle
I reach inside you to commune
You are splintering my darling
Falling deep and wide apart
I can hear the beating of your heart
Like a drum against my ear
I am within you drilling outwards
There is nothing and there is
Everything to fear

We are mostly made of water
My sweet someone, like the seaside
But the currents glint with electrics
Sparked on fire from within
I’m swiftly settling in your skin
To bring us nearer and so dearer
And my way is coming clear
When I’m through there’ll be
No more of you and
Everything to fear

(c) Helen Valentina 2015 All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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5 Responses to Brittle

  1. Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics and commented:
    a powerful and thought provoking verse from friend Helen Valintina

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