My Mother always called me a strong girl.
Physically? Sure.
Mentally? Not so much.
It feels as if my head is hollowed out.
As if all logic and reason has been scooped out like ice cream.
It’s like somewhere in my body, I’m locked away observing my most wildest, absurd dreams as if they came straight out of a book.
The pages produced from the darkest part of my thoughts.
My actions? Involuntary.
As if it were as natural as one of my organs performing its function.
The need takes over.
I am no longer captain of the sea that is my mind.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
You are more than brittle bones
Lost hopes, life of disgrace
You are more than smoke filled mirrors
Bottomless sorrow, vanishing face
Yes, you are so much more
For you are DIVINE
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
I envision pain
My skin punctured by a pointy edge
My abdomen swiftly compromised by a forceful fist
My cranium crushed against a concrete floor
My shell, exposed
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
Droplets of sweat trickle down my brow
Stinging my eyes to tears
Fever racing through my veins
Itching for release
My soul, on fire
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC