Jaundice

The bears and you


Silence is knowledge.
It is when you finally find yourself alone that your demons step out of the shadows,
claws bared and eyes glowing.
And your love is in the dark without a nightlight.
Suddenly you find the scent of the blood under your own
bones
and you smile as you go under.



The emptiness beckons like a gnarled finger in the nightshade
of November
and November is only rightful in itself
when the cold seeps into your flesh from the inside,
not the air.
Blood is crackling and you feel it all right there.
In that moment, you feel it all,
you crumble and the sickness takes hold,
Succumb to the heaviness of
the disquiet,
that disturbing yellow stillness that swallows.
Become the sea of winter at the edge of the night,
just before the sun returns from sleep-
Only this time it remains where it lies
so that you may lie with yourself and the white heat
of renaissance.