2fer

SOLSTICE
Drifting along in apathy,
I close my eyes to your sun;
let myself be impartial to your warmth,
seeking the moon's phosphorescence.
I ebb like a bucking wave,
retreating into myself.
You'd never follow;
our indifference match.

FUGGIRE (to flee)
I play my pain
achingly and expertly slow;
a seething sonata,
and I let it grow,
let it mature
let it breathe
let it feed
let it fester
breed it
unleash it
allow it to consume,
obliterate hope -
let it destroy me.