Opulence(Kind Of Darkness There So Keen) Poem by Katerina Val

Troubleshoot her thoughts
Sat on her boots and destroyed the clocks
She grabbed and rubbed her reddish nose
Defied the cold and stood on her cracked toes
She purred a blanket heart out of the howls
Didn't hear the run screaming to her fingers
To stop breathlessly as first second lingers

Took her poor brain out
Shouted for a shout
Had fixed an equitation of x sound
Just to keep sticking around
But the pain would stay devout
And the boned hands would still crack down

Trembled to the point she couldn't fix her sight
Cried to the point she didn't see
Really, what else is there to be?
The f minor or the fortissimo under my ripped out sleeve
Holding the ace I cannot feel
Creating gaps under the torn sad skin

What kind of darkness is there so keen?

Oh but then she shouted for the shot
She grabbed her face and laughed to the point of dark control
Behind her porcelain eyes
She had run errands for the flies
Behind the used seconds of her pride
She had cried rivers of goodbye

Opened the crystal box and grinned to a soft face of remorse
It was not her fault' it is still not her fault
Greedy people needed to have it all
But her golden Irish hair would defy the code
The epitome of the black broken chord
She pinched it with her finger
And that itself, creeping till her thought
Stole her brain control

Valium is it
or some kind of antidote?
drug oh is it
or some kind of poison
who cares she thinks
People read behind the lines but never redeem
So she lifted her left arm and grinned
swallowed her heart till the last drop, till the last pill

What kind of darkness is there so keen?

A few seconds to redeem
They left
She stayed so seen
Before the screen
She laughed and grinned
And the pain stayed frozen, hidden in.