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As a young child, I lived in fear
Fear of the unknown, the chaotic
My mind perceived shadows
As monsters of my subconscious
The creaks of the house settling
Rustling in the bushes
Rose thorns scratching
Against the window
Like little gremlins whispering
"Let me in, let me in!"
Even the pitter patter of rain
Was like the cries of the
Abandoned children clawing
The house, tearing it apart,
Almost as if their small,
Calloced fingers ripped
Apart my mind, drowning me
In guilt, the dirt of my short but
Horrid past under their fingernails
The same nails that tear through
My skin as their fingers wrap around
My throat, leaving me gasping for a breath
Allowing me just enough air to wallow over
My own demons and dread the future
But then something clicked in my mind
I no longer feared the gremlins
Or abandoned children
I acceptthem with open arms,
Listening to their tales of terror,
And discover I, too,was just like them
 Apr 2014 Chloe Cresse
Kia
Brother
 Apr 2014 Chloe Cresse
Kia
Brother, you're broken inside
I see your heart isn't worn on your sleeve
But your emotions are
You're a tough one

Brother, I see your pain
I can feel it
I can hear it...it hurts
I wish I could take the pain away

Brother, I've gone through it
I'm [We're] going through it
People hurt us, even those closest to us
Even those we thought we could trust

Brother, some people never change
We can choose to live with it, change it, or leave it
Each option will trigger pain
We're doing this together
Feelings of guilt and love can correlate, it's your job to tell the difference and to not let those who you love/love you abuse that.
Can you run,
Your softened fingers,
Along the outskirts,
Of my brittle bones.

Push them down,
Until they jut out,
And pierce through,
My cracking skin.

Can you hold,
My head under,
The murky depts,
Of darkened water.

Sew my bleeding,
Lips together,
And make sure,
I cannot breathe.
A whisper left,
Upon my lips,
No one was meant,
To hear.

Shaking through
My Fingertips,
The numbness turned,
To fear.

And now I have,
Been ******* to,
A knot I cant undo.

For every time,
I seek release,
My headspace fills,

With you.
Sometimes he let his eyes rest on hers, it needn't have been painful,
but it strangely was.
He broke a lifetime of avoiding eye contact to show her.
She was worth overcoming obstacles for.
I cut myself to see how much I will bleed,
And watch as little bubbles of rubies fall from the flesh.
They swim so slowly across the open air, they are life giving bubbles.
And fall into infinity as they wash into the depths of the ocean floor, my shower.
As the waves of precious rocks begin to cease.
I press hard against the current to make the waves come back to life.
Giving life to watch my own fade away.
Of course this one crack in the surface of the world is never enough.
And so the earthquakes and new ruptures burst onto the surface.
It's just nature taking it's course.
The land trembles and somethings happens to rip open.
Spewing out boulders not bubbles.
They don't slowly sweep across the skin.
Nor do they float down into the depths below.
But spew out quickly and slam down into the ocean floor, my shower.
Turning clear into murky.
Changing the pure face of water into tainted minerals.
These waves will never stop.
Until the source they came from is gone as well.
Optional optional not so optional to me.  I don't know why I felt like writing this.  I am not on the brink of death and I am no where near feeling this.  I feel very very happy right now, thinking about my sweety and loving her.
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