[“L’éducation de la Vierge”, after Georges de La Tour, via Art Inconnu]
Fever
by Kalyiel
Sleep makes you sick: sick with visions;
Where the stars never shine, you see flickering lights,
Where the children are wise, you see fear and phantoms…
And yet – you follow them until you tears glisten
With the fury of sin: the blistering white
Of your night-gown is scorching your skin
Until it hurts to be alive. But nothing
Makes you feel sorry. No, not even the withering scream
Of the keys, dangling from your waistband,
Can put out the fever, the intoxicating incense
Smoke. The world revolves around your forgetful delirium.
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