shadow torture hung on cords
setting with the sun, like jealousy –
branches are the choices made
ruptured, bursting shattered limbs
synthesize flush notions
of an unchaste thrill.
© Ben Ditmars 2014
Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf
lipstick smears
mascara runs
across the sand
barefoot and
afraid of shadows
swallowing your
breath like waves
of misery and blush
inside a hurricane.
© Ben Ditmars 2014
you might get lost
following your heart.
the sun plays tricks
and maps were never drawn
to scale with shadows
or the wind.
voices of the
forest reminiscent
of last kiss by
pearl jam.
© Ben Ditmars 2014
insurmountable
red dreams
absorbing black
horizon like
despair as real
as desperate moments
strung together
form the constellations
and all bright things
are momentary
falling into
shattered silhouettes
of us inside each other
damned to reason.
© Ben Ditmars 2014
Photograph courtesy of Helle Søe Gade
searching for
a world beyond
the glass where
ceilings melt
into blue sky.
refusing to
surrender on
the outside
looking in.
shadows speak
of sacrifice like
work has never
failed and
dreams are not
an endless staircase
into hell.
© Ben Ditmars
