Dark Intentions
By River's Writings & Edward Swafford
Sordid seance, herculean heaving in heavens of
heathens, I’m intense?!
My evanescent glooooooooooooooooooooooow
a garnish for whetted wraith-like pangs
pathfinding running fingers along
dolorous doors of dark ire in destitution
discontentment
dread lines my face as I eye you with predatorial
design, with supra-divine claustrophobic air,
MORE graves for my mendicant memories.
Insanity of poignant, intrinsic dreams follows,
orbiting the sigil of hankering fervor
circumnavigating the hell of obstacles Between
what I want
and my obsession, enthrallment, entrapped in a
trance of a slow perusal, call it my downfall,
watch me succumb to this darkling with cosmic
determination
it’s mine to take, mine to claim.
And mine to stain in salivation spheres skeptical
twice, supplant spice, saliva tainted with saline
sallow complexion hollowed, my reflection, soft
and saddened oil painting peering through
voyeur glass
harried I hear it faintly, ever so, the bottlenecked
beating drums, distinct diatribe of my circulatory
chorus; a sunken heart beneath accursed ground
pardoning such an unpretty picture.
Deviated heart, nonsensical dreams, insignificant
variables try to bring me six feet deep in caskets
with hollow walls caving in, caving in under the
pressure
of being all that I never wanted to be and all I
always was but never let me be, saturated with
dark intentions within haphazard tunes of soul
hectic beats of antagonistic, volatile intensity
are you scared?
Do you admonish me as I kneel under the MOON
admonishment is the price of underlit carnality
in the forsaken grounds of my deplorable eventide
of your depreciable value coming and going, gone
in the myriad of my emotions, I’ll raise my head
I’ll linger over your defeated lashes, licking tears
look into my ferocious eyes, It’s my fall & rise
your risen ascension in retrospect, we were felled
It’s my life, it’s my choice to make.
© River’s Writings & Edward Swafford 2025
*Originally published in Blue Insights