Poem: Dim the Dark. Don't.

Dim the Dark. Don't.

Words by Madhumati Chowdhury
Image by Elizabeth S. G. Hedgepath
QuailBellMagazine.com

 
Your fingers dim the
 slowly
until the stars are but smoldering specks of
d   i    s   t   a   n    c   e
of infinity,
of dust and ice crystals
and
dead wishes of children.

Your fingers dim the dark.

Take those scissorhands and

Snip!    
           snip!

At my emotions

                                                                      disconnect        me 

like an unused cable 

because

I want TO BE YOURS!

not like when you steal me 
BitByByBitByBitByBit 

in tiny post-it messages, 
messing with my head

Engulf me whole, like when my darkness raises its many heads 
and i can only love you with
Half of my he-art, half of my ey-es
a partial eclipse within the 

jungle-gym of your limbs

hang- 
           -ing on,
                 
                        s
                          l
                            i
                             p
                               p
                                 i
                                  n
                                    g
                                   
                                   against gravity

I see you flicker and 
s
     w
 a
      y 

like a lantern in a storm
I promise to stay afloat
but I'm taking it slow
Feeding my way into the carcass of your mind as you sleep

Sitting with my KneesPulledIn I watch BIG SHIPS
tiny telescopes, 
peppermint balloons
and
a matchbox full of scars that you 
burn and flick away
Each day.
I AM PROUD and left frail boned strong,
realizing, I'll NEED you to wipe the tar off my chin,
Your fingers to dim the dark.

So  I 

s

i

n

k

again,
                      away
from a shoreline 
s 
        c 
               a
                      t
                  t
          e
                   r
                          e
                                   d


with useless words while you walk
into the world of traffic signals and neon signs and compasses
let your skin grow new maps!

Understand that i am corridor eyed and you are the ink that writes my subplots,
unsuited for the ocean, you are the lighthouse and 
YOU BURN
dim the dark but not mine.  

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