Abrasions from her words
marked my skin
I let her in
beneath my skin
her verbs
within
my flesh
heart covered in welts
I have these scars on my chest
to prove I felt
her words
deeply.

-andreasiera

Your eyes told stories that I failed to read

I only closed my eyes for a second

The death forest surrounds me.
Ghostly white trees mocking me in their silence
Woven bleached bones of all the fallen
bound together, glowing under a pale full moon
Empty eye sockets peering at me
as I weave in and out of their grasp
Inside the mist, stumbling without guidance

There’s an old man, sitting in one of the trees
laughing at the insanity but oddly distressed,
smiling at me. Cackling with glee but weeping
as he reaches out to touch my hair and sweep it
behind one ear. It’s comforting in it’s creepiness

He’s whispering to me in a smoke scratched voice
Comfort is as comfort does
Redemption is not at the foot of a hill
Catch a tiger by the tail
and it’s your blood that will spill
All I can hear is booming laughter
that shake the leaves of the bone dead trees
and as I watch them fall to the ground and turn to ash
I realize the old man never even opened his mouth

Then it’s all gone*

I’m back to sitting in front of a stone cold hearth
ripping pages from the book of my mind
and watching my Memories feed the fire
as I poke it with a red hot piece of steel
It was all the fodder for the fire I could find
Sipping from the crystal goblet filled to the brim
with Lies mixed with Deceit with a slice of lemon
and a dash of Arsenic just for a kick
The fire casts prisms of light bouncing from the crystal
onto bare walls to show a slow waltz of torture
that bleeds down the bricks in sinking desperation
A rainbow of colors from a ***** oil slick

I looked at you today.
    And I "checked you out"
for a good moment or two.
And in those moments,
I didn't really think about too much.
I just thought of you.

For the first time, in a long time,
There wasn't something
   Eating away at my thoughts.
I realized how I could really
        get used to that feeling of clarity.
And it reminded me to tell you;
          That you have the most beautiful eyes.

Play me like your instrument
Reach inside
And find the notes,
Unplug the headphones
And watch me float
On natures music
If you should choose it.

Reach inside and unzip
My second skin,
Stroke the snare as
I watch,
Strip me, lay me bare,
Prepare.

Reach inside, and pull
Back the sheets,
The clink of springs
A xylophone,
Trickling out a tune,
Soon.

Reach inside, and pump
The pillows, watch the
Noise filled pause billow
Out rest stops of tension
And apprehension.

Setting for the show

Change emotion with the motion,

Now

Reach inside and grip
My heart
It's urgent bass beat cues
The start, the warm up
Of this performance.

Now.

Reach inside and slip
Through my blood,
Your music shivers
Up my veins,
An invisible trail,
I beg you,
Take what remains

Now

Reach inside and ******
My lungs away,
The heavy gasp of breath
Beats beatbox any day.
Take them, they're yours.

Reach inside and whisper
in my ear,
Unleash a hum of empathy,
Steer me, clear me
from the coast with the
Ships of my hips.
Take them, they're yours.

Reach inside and pluck
on my strings
Take your pick and
Weave your way
Within.
Take them, they're yours.

Reach inside and finger
at my chords
The ****** of the piece
Applause enough to live on,
Each gasp lingers, strong.
Take them, they're yours.

Each gasp lingers through.
Clear

Reach inside and find
the notes,
My lyrics soaked in
Joyous expletives
Raw and sensitive,
Take them, they're yours.

Take me, I am yours.

Colour girl, caught up in a perfect
world
Stuck between your straightened lines,
Just pretend you're fine,
you're not
I know for sure that you're not.
You're rotting.

Sharpened face
Folders can't replace unsaid
words stuck down your mouth.
Your smile is falling South
for Summer.
Feed it
Or it'll leave forever.

You have been warned
You have been warned

Tap on the table
Line up the pens
Repeat, rinse,
rinse, repeat
once again
You'll never be clean
But, no one is clean

You aim to be squeaky
and lean.

You've washed away your hue,
and spat it
out on paper
Your blood is gone
The ink seeps strong
Your will has turned
to vapour.

In the end you're just a faker,
Haven't you learnt that we're all fakers?

Tap on the table
Line up the pens
Repeat, rinse,
rinse, repeat
once again
You'll never be clean
But, no one is clean.

Who the hell's clean?

Wash away the colour
Wash away the colour
Wash away your colour

I want to run to you
I always run to you

A child with arms
outstretched, cradling a
butterfly worn with torn
wings, it
can't be real until she's shown it.
Can't be good til you've
confirmed it.
Can't have beauty til you've
admired it.
It can't, you give it life.
Without your breath
She lies bereft.

I have to run to you,
before I believe that it is true.

A child with a wounded knee,
hides the scar until
you've seen it,
once you've seen it,
then she'll ease it.
Can't have relief til your belief.
Can't look unafraid until
she's prayed to you.
She needs to limp to you.

I have to reach to you.

She needs you,
she does not wish to tease
your weary temper,
but she finds it hard
to always remember that
she's shown you it before.
A puppy jumping through the
door, happily places a cat's
treasure of a broken bird
upon the kitchen mat,
it's beauty trapped within the
meowing
mind.

I'm purring proudly up at you

Thanks for being so kind to her
menagerie, sorry for
getting confused by
internal imagery.
I forget how quite to empathise
that,
I think I need to change my tack.
But, this girl is sometimes trapped in
a loop.

Reminder: Learn when to turn on mute

There is a certain sadness
that can't be burned away
by a hot shower
or suffocated
by your favorite sweater
you have to take control of it
blow the dust off of its suitcase
and pack it
shake its shoulders
and order it to leave
because you have decided
while focusing on the thorns
to finally look at the rose
and soon enough
you'll take calming baths
and choose to  wear a sundress
to feel warmth on your skin
you will fall in love
with being alive