Sunday, December 11, 2016

Rob Schackne #191 - Before The Devil Knows You're There (1)

Before The Devil Knows You’re There (1)

When we say that the senses lack sense
we mean that her perfume suddenly
reminded you of her perfect younger sister
that your delicious meal came back to you
ten hours later with a bad case of food poisoning
that the beauty that once touched you went away

what is now a prickly scorn you felt was love
and it burned and turned in sensation

that out of chaos came a palette of colours
and they formed into what pleased your ears
until you became drunk with the wild mix
and the canvas you gazed on with disbelief
became a distant mess of browns and blacks
that was too dark to see. When we say that.

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