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he following poems are copyright 2014 Michelle Scalise.
They may not be reprinted without the consent of the author.

THAT WHICH THE WATERS HIDE

Will-o'-the-wisp eyes of cyanide blue
And gold spellbinds
This swamp of mist and glamour
Where waters black as burning sacrifice
Scorn romance with the stars.
There are no gods to appease
The torrent of sorrows
Drowning in this waveless marsh
No psalms afloat to quiet the dead
And blind tearing at my hem
(and I must kneel in this church)
Mire-scorched throats,
Mud-clotted lips pleading,
Pray.
Pray with us.

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SHADOW FORMS

I billow and rise
Fine madness surging
In a self-made storm
And he spreads me out
Like a white linen sheet
Love-stained and nail-torn
Beneath an indulgence
Of bleeding words
Polished
In the stillness
Like rubies in my mouth
Licking my thighs
With the innocence of dew
And the shadow forms
Of hard pressed lips
Breathing promises and maybes
My hair winding, twisting
In through his fingers
Gold-tipped
To tunnel the passions
And the earth
Like red verbena roots
We press deeper
Beyond the black ink
And words
Where nothing grows
In the dark.



INTERVALS OF HORRIBLE SANITY

There are moments when the sky breaks open
like an attic door torn from its hinge
and I hear seraphs screaming agonies
times when sidewalk cracks gape
wide and dark as waiting graves
where gangrenous arms tug at my feet
when the sheen slides off your smile
like burning flesh
and I know the shards of bone buried in your brain;
hours of chloroformed clarity when sheets
soaked in the sweat of nightmares
have been bleached into my pall
when shadows playing on the ceiling
stop fading with the dawn
to curl their thin black branches round my throat
and in these moments of sanity
I find it hard to close my eyes.


MS SCALISE'S TEENY TINY ATTORNEY AT LAW, PICTURED HERE,
DOESN'T ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND WHAT THE WORDS
COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT MEAN BUT SHE DOES.
..AND HE BITES.