darkness there, & nothing more – samantha lucero
he tells me i should stop
too many “big” words
“too complex for me.
i need cliff notes
like for shakespeare,
so pretty, but i have no idea what’s
going on.” tell me what happened.
be more like edgar allan poe,
he was s i m p l e & spooky
& that’s straightforward, you know what’s going on.
have you ever read anything besides ‘the raven’?
even the magician i dated said
“you think too much.”
but then again, he also said he loved me
and then never called me back
after i fucked him like faye reagan
and thought maybe, just maybe
someone liked that i thought too much.
thanks for breaking my heart; i’m better now.
so here’s me writing something simple,
one simple thought
while you tell me i shouldn’t write
my mind at war
war is complex
war is a nightmare, doesn’t make sense
my words are remnants of me in the rubble
& you read the ruins like graffiti on a wall
like a code i’m trying to understand myself
i guess this is the end?
[ Disclaimer: Sam didn’t want to post this. She’s speaking in 3rd person right now, because this is Sam. This was experimental & not her usual style, but two lovely people encouraged her to post it anyway. She’s the ghost-woman behind the curtain at sixredseeds.]