Please understand that there is something
effectively tucked away in these folds
of mine, something dark and dangerous
and perhaps a bit insane with the surprise
of itself, and it’s black and covered with
the coal-dust of everyday wonderings and
I can’t promise you won’t be touched if
you peer even a little bit into those places
of me where it’s ripped open the bars and
exposed itself to the Out There.
mywordpool 
Oooh, I love this even as it sends shivers down my spine! Really like “a bit insane with the surprise of itself” both creepy and gorgeous at once. Final words:
Monstrously lovely.
Monstrously lovely – ooh, I like that 🙂 Thanks as always for your wonderful comments!
This is a very black-beating-heart-in-the-ribcage kind of poem. Like whispering, It makes me want to lean in close to listen. But I have me feet ready to jump away. Lovely. 😉
Thanks Alice 🙂 That was a poem itself. Love it.
You bring out the best words in me, every time. 🙂
This is the essence of poetry.
Exposing the dark side,
letting it just a little bit loose,
and that element of fear
but doing it anyway.
After all, why not? 😉 The world can do with a little madness.