Precious Visits
Before I lost my mind…
Thimble, thimble, who has the thimble
There’s the king, everywhere ruling, drooling
Before psychiatric diagnosis…
Schizophrenic dimensions and delusional fabrications
Voices rising from looming peaks and squeals, surreal
Before the fever came
Hot, Harad lands smelting away coherency
Leaving slag filled days and dross coated nights
Before the fever broke, breaking certainty
Glass slivers and shards scattered on lost streets
Crushed into powder, worming into our soles
Before my mind melted
Running hot
Oozing molten memories into yesterday
Pouring fantastical realms into a mundane cast
Burning frost bite, shivers
Shakes, shimmers beyond the veil
There was the shadow that spoke, the tired fawn eyed gaze, the promise made
It burns. It burns it.
Gasps
Whispers reaching from the shadows, taunts and pleas
Oder of smoldering flesh chilled in waif whimpers
My precious. Have you found my precious? It's here. It must be hererrrrr...
I caught it, I did. I held it close, felt it burns, my PRECIOUS! They took it from us…
And the shadow’s muted screams faded and I saw it sparkle
In the corner of the room
And it is mine…