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into concrete,
and you wouldn’t even catch me.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip,

drop.

Drops,

of blood,

find their homes,

in the marble white,

tiles.

Falling,

from her life-less arm,

that hangs over the edge.

Once clear water,

now crimson red.

Flickering candle light,

illuminates,

her once beautiful face.

Her once rosy cheeks,

now a grey hue.

Her flowing black hair,

which once danced in the water,

now sticks to her,

chilled neck and chest.

Finally,

the voices,

can’t hurt her anymore.

I hate parts of me,
because they are from you.
Your presence,
makes me sick.
Hoping daily that you will,
leave and not come back,
I come home,
disappointed yet again.
Screeching nails on glass,
are beautiful,
compared to your voice.  
Your touch,
suffocates me,
like pillows over infants’ lips.
You make me,
*****.

Echoes all around me,

coming from every which way,

of evil laughter,

taunting me.

Louder,

stronger,

make it stop.

It comes from within me,

where no one dares to venture.

For in my mind,

it is like a cemetery,

on a cold October night.

There lies,

all of my passed on hopes,

my rotting dreams,

and my buried wishes.

My heart six feet under,

in a ragged coffin,

forgotten.

Dig it up,

save me,

I beg.

There I stand,

at the iron gates,

with nothing more than,

my tortured screams.

No one listens,

no one ever does.

The laughter will never stop,

until I smarten up,

and realize,

I only have myself.

He stalks me,
he is,
everywhere,
I turn.
This monster,
lives inside me,
clawing its way,
through my flesh,
to reach the surface.
And when he does,
moments pass,
like lifetimes.
Racing heart,
thumping so loudly,
it may rip,
right out,
my chest.
Sweating skin,
so unbearably hot,
as if a scorching iron,
was melting each layer.
Stomach,
feeling so empty,
so hollow,
like a well,
leading down,
to the pits of hell.
I can barely,
breathe.
Lungs,
unable to,
inhale,
exhale,
repeat.
Shaking limbs,
like my own personal,
earthquake.
Nausea,
overwhelms me,
like im looking,
in the mirror.
But now I know,
he doesnt come to play,
when I’m with loved ones,
they keep him away.
He likes to,
attack,
when I’m alone.
Especially,
alone,
when others,
are in packs.
He likes an audience,
for his sick,
twisted,
games.
He lurks in the shadows,
then sneaks up,
from behind.
Blindfolds me,
blade to throat,
threatening,
always.

Peeling back my layers,
effortlessly.
Exposing deeper thoughts,
things I do not normally,
share.
Like you’ve injected my veins,
with a magic syrum.
One that makes me tell you all,
blessing,
or disease?
Your eyes look into me,
pulling the deepest waters to shore.
I find myself,
walking this tightrope of emotion.
I warn myself,
“Don't look down.”
Never would I want to tumble,
to my death,
in that raging sea of love.