The underground is a place for misfits,
Each have a stone to sit upon.
They’ve been exiled for their differences
That society never understood.

One stone in the underground is warm;
A stone sat upon by the banished God.
She sits in the midst of rubble and tar
And the gases of decay fill her lungs.

She watches over bodies, oozing blood and bile.
The bones of past predators are compiled in a corner. She hopes that
She will be forgiven for whatever she did wrong, but her fate was set in stone.

Perhaps the very stone she’s sat upon.

It’s that time of year.
Get your bikinis out,
Your towels, the sunscreen.
Book your flights to Majorca, Saint Tropez,
Hawaii.
Swim a little, socialise,
Party. Party. Party.
Sit on the lawn, eat ice cream and
Spit
    Out
          Those
                  Watermelon
                                     Seeds
                                              One
                                                   By
                                                          One.

I can’t do things right.
I can’t lose weight properly,
I can’t achieve things.
I can’t make people happy,
I always disappoint.

I can’t be a good sister,
A responsible daughter,
A good friend.

I can’t be a good person,
So what is the point?

The bonsai garden flows
Into my soul. The
Smell of
Cherry blossoms and
The sight of bamboo;
The faint pattering
Of the stream
Reunifies
My
Heart
           And
                  Mind.

He loved fires. And hated them.
He’d set fire to trees, paper,
And cloth. He loved to see
The incandescent light
Dance a little jig for him. But
It’d get too much. And he
Would have to put them out.

At work, he’d help destroy
The fires destroying, ruining, damaging.
With his bulging fat hose
And yellow clothes
He’d water the incandescent light.
His helmet too loose
And boots to big
He became a hero.
What they didn’t know is he’s both murderer
And father
To the incandescent light.

No.
I will not be victim to you anymore.
You’ve tormented me. Mauled me.
Like a shroud you hung above me.
You were a ghost, a goblin, a ghoul.
I couldn’t eat, sleep, work, think.
No.
I cannot let you overpower me.
I’m strong, you see?
I’ve faced everything you’ve flung at me.
I’m still alive. Breathing. Functioning.
No.
I will smother you. ****** you
With the very knives you’ve thrown at me.
I was a weakling, you coward.
You took advantage of me.
No.
I can do it. I will fight you. You will lose.
No.
No.
No!