glaze

glaze Jun 2013

Grey paved road stretches out beneath me,
I know that I've been walking, but have I even moved?
I walk past street signs, only they are blank.
Still I keep moving, thats what I should do right?
I hear my parents voices, hissing like snakes in my head
Spinning and swirling voices
Cursing the stupid girl, a fool for temptations.
I walk here and feel nothing
walk back and feel nothing
nothing is the same.

Enough!
I scream
I tear at my flesh
watching it rip from my bones, satisfaction.
I rip up the scars
I rip out my eyes
I rip at my throat.
Now I will sit, a bag of ****** gaping wounds, in the middle of the road
and wait for someone else to decide
It was never my life anyways.

glaze Jun 2013

Pieces

Submerged in the sea water I feel safe again,
I am at home. The current pushes and tugs,
kisses from Poseidon, like a tender cub I curl up,
fetal and protected.

How dare the winter chill keep me from you,
I see you inch closer begging for my return.
Bleeding I ache for embraces, indescribable.

Until we meet again I will stand over you,
graceful dancing water.

glaze Jun 2013

The Wooden House

Lashings of furious flames stab the dark night in anger and passion, a complete release of fury upon the tarnished world. Slashing and scarring and shredding a cool night's air apart. The tyrannic and evil nature of the fiery beast made even the bravest of souls cower in fear. The overwhelming power and exhausting, selfish, pure rage of the beast now evident in the unforgiving whips of scarlet that burnt the rickety wooden structure to the ground. No reason or rational thought, just pure power and loss of control.

However elaborate the fantasy may be, it is unsatisfying and leaves a bitter taste. I open my eyes to a silent space tinted a calm blue by the night. I gaze briefly upon the unattended wooden structure, turn, and leave. As I walk away I pretend the crunch of my footsteps on the frosty grass are the embers of the destroyed structure crackling as they die away.

glaze Jun 2013

Under Shelter

As the rain pours the sneezing mouse scampers for shelter,
under shelter under shelter,
pitter patter to beneath the doorframe,
she finally rests next to the drain pipe dripping.
Standing next to her like the dwarfing spire of a church is a man,
the man shares the shelter with the mouse.

As she stares open mouthed at his beauty,
he looks down upon a regular mouse.

glaze Jun 2013

The Island and the Devil

Through the window there is solid blue sky,
white sheets like marble trap me.

I am a child of love,
and yet I am the end of summer,
with hugs of no warmth,
broken hearted and you're never here.
The devil lives inside me,
Realizing my fears,
ripping my home to shreds
and making sure no one is here.

It took a while to see the island.
No matter how close you are,
I sit surrounded by cold unforgiving waters.
Alone. I'm alone.

glaze May 2013

Tender

Tender tender is the song,
singing from ice cold beauty.
My bones break and my insides burst,
Vomiting, oh the vertigo from moving.

Bleeding fingers, the finer things.
I struggle to grasp the last note,
but it slips on the the blood.

glaze May 2013

Click click

Click click you walk past,
as my eyes stab you,
my mouth burns you,
I contort, I spasm at my hatred.

But click click you walk past,
oblivious and arrogant,
to the cold weather outside,
to the silence in the room.

Without a word you've said everything.
It is me with a wound at my throat,
blood seeping out and down over my breast.