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melinoe immortal Jul 2017
'Healer' time take thy poor, black sheep,
and stop it from wondering
in the dangerous corners
of the mind,
because heaven and hell collided
inside a body and in unity they came
in the presence of all those
who conspired to it.

From the frontal to the occipital lobe,
dark thoughts obstruct
the brain’s watershed regions
and thanatos they bring.
The soul cannot take this coffin
anymore.

The stone is too heavy to carry;
sliding down and pushing up,
every night the pushing starts,
for the dawn, her courage to crack.


It may be like Hooke's law they say,
but bodies break down,
when people apply the extra force
and so do the souls,
long before.
melinoe immortal Jul 2017
Sleep abandonment.
Tachycardic nocturnal episodes
of complete emptiness.
Biographical disruption,
mind and body separation.


PTSD going down in flames,
in milligrams the memories
temporarily faint.
Open windows of spherical shape
leading her
to a paradoxical sleep.

The door is open,
to a blank world,
to a dreamless world
inside a dream.
melinoe immortal Jul 2017
You were a fool big girl..

you were a fool…

Return to the land of the the four-thorned rose… become, exist somewhere else, with that flower that has been pulled from the soil so violently.

Live on your own asteroid, and water that rose.

But this time make sure your star will never been seen by any human or artificial eye.
melinoe immortal Jul 2017
1 a.m., clocks strike your fate
2 a.m., blackened skies
eyes, spreading darkened curtains
3 a.m., breathless
4 a.m., screams outside the room
5 a.m., toe tag.
melinoe immortal Jul 2017
Disappointment transformed into rage.
Rage transformed into tears
liquid forms of despair.
Body excreting pain
a failing healing process
acute or chronic series
of mourning events.


The soul full of nociceptors
soldiers of misfortune
firing against the invinsible enemy.

The wounds open, refusing to heal.
The years of not understanding,
misunderstandings, confusion, denial
and self-loathing.


Time is running out in her mind.

— The End —