Lips traveling down my neck
Sensation firing through my spine
Like a breeze on a crisp night.

Fingers combing their way through my hair
Forcing my head back
Accepting every touch
Feeling the tickle
Of every single nerve
Launching and exploding
Like a firework show.

Maybe,
Just for tonight
We absorb and relish in the desire.

Maybe tomorrow,
We can take on complicated.

Silence seen
Is screaming hidden.
Tucked away
In a private unlit place
Designed to destroy
Impure thoughts like a virus.

Yet not far out of reach
Purposeful,
To release built up tension
Like disturbed carbonation from a can.

Excitement
Seeping
Every unguarded
Tormented region
Slowly
Disentangles

Just the thought
Provokes uproar
In mind and body

Well hello there baby blue.
How did you get here?
Where did you come from?
You are clearly far from home.
I’m sure your momma misses you.

Im sorry I don’t know where you belong.
But I might know a safe place for you.

Sure, I’d take you in.
I certainly have enough love, space, and time to give.
However,
This other place is best.

Hey there baby blue,
Don’t you look warm.
I see you’ve met your momma.
You’re welcome.

They say my effortless humor brings tears to the eyes and pain to the cheeks

They say my wit and wisdom is an advanced force well beyond my years

They say my eyes are deeply mesmerizing and my smile is infectious

I say I’m a clown with dark agony hiding under the paint

I say basic knowledge taunts me behind disguised doors

I say my body is absorbing destruction and I am to blame

Confused souls
Setting off conflicting sparks in my brain
They do not know why I am
I do not know who I am

Bonds formed among tragedy
Never welcomed
Always unfair
Remarkable in an unexpected way

Life should have turned out different
Many tears have been shed
Bargaining that idea
To any being that would listen

Mothers need not worry
Raised almost methodically
Equipped with pieces the other needs

What was stolen
Replaced by an entity with no label
Resembling a sisterhood

Taunting me...

Mocking me...

Ripping away my emotions,
Like clockwork,
As if possession was never really mine.

Always testing my wavering sanity,
Or possibly even my questionable worthiness.

Using maniacal unpredictability to ensure complete drainage of hope from this body,
A shell,
that I’m convinced is nothing more than a broken well trained slave.

The remnants of skin and bones before me,
Now controlled,
By this viscous evil force,
Laughing through my veins.
Breaking free just to assert dominance.

Oxygen as an accomplice,
Pigments the hue that provokes me.
Victim to manipulation,
Red fuels my rage.

Curious...
Was this imprisonment foretold,
Or am I to blame?

Confession is necessary,
For this should no longer bother.
In times of fear and uncertainty,
Introverts everywhere are thriving.

Though I miss the ones who surround me,
Daily 9 to 5.
The air now fills my lungs with inspiration,
Life has more sustenance.

Culture has been introduced.
Reading supplies adventure.
Hobbies create fulfillment.
Learning requires time.

Before...none of this touched me,
Lost in the scattered monotony.
Not wanting to deprive my nerves,
My hope contradicts the masses.

I feel guilty and selfish,
Absorbing it while I can.