Daughter of the Evening

Floating in a forsaken world — playground of the gods — nothing makes me whole. Senseless need. There’s a heaven forever out of reach. Skies on fire: sunset brought seas of flames and then the darkness came again. Desire, I am your daughter of the evening. Such darkness in the decades. I am afraid. Anguish in the blue mountains of dusk. From creation to carrion, we are severed from being. The decadence of this grief. Witness your wilderness. How I long for metamorphosis. Gathering asphodel blades in the grave of days, I outlast the dark ages. You wage war in my arms. Teach me what to want. I fear vanishing. Estranged from the stars, I am paralyzed by abundance, paralyzed by what I wanted. Desire is obliteration. Witness your wilderness. You devour me in the evenings. Souls crossing the black cradle of Charon’s station. You rival red revenant sunrise. This is life! This is life! There is exhilaration even in surviving exile. The body enters breakdown. Witness your works. I am broken by melancholy. Tourniquets at the world’s wounds. I spend seasons beneath the blooming moon. In abandonment I bloom too. Nothing makes me whole. Senseless need. Desire my shepherd, it’s lightning striking my veins in the evenings. I said: forsaken world, drown in my throat. And a new world rose.