Coagulation

It’s in my ear

that chilliness vibrates

in a sharp-edged letter

no use to defend myself

against the stripped off sentence

that penetrates me like an arrow

in my head the night is dancing

covered with a veil

the cloud in front of the moon

summons the wolf in me

down with a howl

I’m falling on the ground

crawling even deeper, desecrated,

time has become silent now

I’m coagulating

In my thoughts,

they are still unborn.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

25/11/2014