Poetry by Korliss Sewer

Clams

Beneath the layers of linen we dig.
Where all things are soft and warm.

A hush from above;
whispers down below.

Mute is the world
where we prod…

Just affinity under the silt.

{Poem by TrueOpalescence}


Absolute Zero

Suffocating coldness;
skin and spirit broken.
Stiffening darkness
halts my fall.
A slow descent ceased
by this icy abyss.

A beauty held in its crystalline fragrance,
with sharp, jagged edges.
Flesh torn and jaded,
I worship the gloomy loneliness,
and embrace it as my own.

{Poem by Opaque}