an odd number of…
eyes
they are not golden
when they meet me in my sleep
and when i reach for you
the bed is not empty for once
because
they have found you too
all over your skin
like an odd disease
they blink
spin and look around in circles
as if they have not taken you somewhere far
as if this is where they are supposed to be
why is there so much blood?
why is it always raining
on days like these?
/
please, do not follow me anymore,
i thought i had begged them enough
but they always want more
more
/
more
more
more
more
i bury you in the ocean
at a time where only ghosts listen
you said you always loved the sea
i hope it will love you back
as it births you again
i walk back, return into my cocoon
and realize then
i should not have been born
Author’s note: This standalone poem is also part of a poetry collection that forms a short story, named ‘Love, Death’ — you can read the collection in ascending order on Medium.
About The Author: Author of over 20+ web-serials & novels, published by Tapas.io, recent addition to the Wattpad Stars program, and Winner of Tapas’s 2018 Summer Writing Competition, Beau Van Dalen’s stories have amassed a total of over one million reads online — between short stories, poems, novels and scripts, he can always be found with a pen in hand.
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