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Rose Cliff Nov 2021
I knew it was coming
But still the voices whispered
“Stop over reacting”
“Your letting it run away with you”
But that voice was silenced

By your silence
The silence that held stone throats
And glassy eyes
The silence that held the suffocating
Tangibility of the truth
Plausible undeniably

The silence that was broken with your whisper
The breath that recklessly gained momentum
Cruel gale force
Beating down on me in its full fury
The small sediments that had fallen prey to the winds
Embed their small bodies into my flesh ripping me apart

Your whisper had created too much collateral damage  

So the voices returned
Rising from the tomb
Offering salvation, my steadfast refuge
They spoke and their gospel caressed my wounded heart

“This is not real”
Rose Cliff Nov 2021
Death was her vocation.
It infuriates me that they cannot appreciate the true nature of her [Plath] art because they are to occupied in entertaining pity or resentment.
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
I could not breathe.
So I gambled with God
And put slits in my throat.
I no longer needed to breathe.
  
But now I cannot stop moving.
Inflicted with indefinite motion,
I am out of chips.

Then Exhaustion tortured me,  
He hit me when I closed my eyes.
My skin stung when I stumbled.
Hand on my throat,
Voice in my ear
He whispered,
“This is how you die,
My dear”

Making sure I will forever drown,
Begging to have died the first time
‘round.
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
I’ve tried every anodyne  
Alcohol, nicotine
Waiting for it to fix me
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
You,
The one who reads this.
Why do you
Know me in more depth,
More dimensions
Than those I love?
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
Go
I want you to melt off me
You burden my shoulders
You are my disease
I cannot live with you
But I cannot make you go
I cannot escape you
You cannot escape me
We are mutually dependant
On the others destruction
This probably isn’t about what you think it is
Rose Cliff Sep 2021
This world is making me sick

If I eat
I feel nauseous  
If I don’t
Nothing changes

If I sleep
I am exhausted
If I don’t
Nothing changes

If I cry
I feel agony
If I don’t
Nothing changes

It must be this world
This world is making us sick
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