In the real world,
the detailed fantasy
I created has
no meaning,
no worth,
no power.
The realization
leaving me speechless,
a reality so tightly woven
with a thread of fiction.
It’s hard for me
to separate dreams
from harsh truth.
I experience
confusion,
emptiness.

ankles held firm
his shoulders lurch

branches loom ahead
I duck in ashen forests

'Do all Uncle says,'
Mother spat again

face is stinging
air's thinning

I'm milk-bag
sleepy

he yanks
me higher

~~~~

'Here we are
my sweet!'

the stiff door
creaks slowly

his treacle tone
mocks the dust

dead moths stir
in alarm

~~~~

I'm flung
down

mat's
hard

he's
in me

I die

again

they all do it

~~~~

I disappear to
holes in the wall

they watch in silence
and let me stay on

cold-blooded fire
burns red

do I live
numb

I pray

~~~~

staring out the
window I see

sifted icing
sugar peaks

my Mountain
smiles strong

sparkling clean
in warming sun

Whoever made it
is my Friend

a gift

for life

~~~~

it's my
birthday

I'm two

~~~~~~~

#child #innocence #destroyed #alone #mountain #clean #strong

names in ink
on strips of paper
were replaced with
flames and ash

names of those
who hurt me
(including my own)

names that became
labels, given to me by
others (and myself)

i wrote you to forgive you
and i burned you to let you go

so as of 6am on July 27th
i no longer own this pain.

27.06.20

It’s been a long while now.
As time moves quickly, yet slowly all the same.
It stood still for me once.
Time.
Just circling around me on repeat.
You never had to tell me about it’s presence, I knew.
As Time did too, for
The moment it stopped, I met you.