The night still clings to my eyes
I'm awake
My house is awake
But my covers pull me closer
Wrapping me in warm comforting arms
My eyelids feel the weight of my eyelashes pull them down
Heavy
Only one more hour I think
And my bed agrees

Over three years time
Oh how you left me
In this state of sheer shock
Standing barefoot and empty

Feel a bruise
And let it be
Tear the skin
And watch it bleed

Read a book
And rip a page
Doused with word upon word
Of bitter rage

Oh well that was then
I was in such a state
That if you touched my skin
I’d turn to glass and break

Unearth my shattered surface
And reveal my war-torn mind
My soul has been tarnished
My core crushed in violent crime

To look through is to witness
A façade of a long, red braid
A rope of stone and hazel eyes
Housed behind a stained-glass window pane

I don’t show much, no
But I seldom showcase pain
My body’s a vessel in which
My broken soul’s contained

Shed a light that leaves my body
A translucent haze
My all, my everything
Will be left for you to gaze
And watch and learn and yearn
For my soul to be saved

But that light will never be cast
For I reside in a darkness
With a cloud so gray
And a wind so pained
And an aura of sheer silence

I had a hunch that you were leaving
But never had I thought that soon,
You left the air so thick and pained
All your tropies still sit in your room

The picture of you from when you were young
Spans prominent on the wall
And every thime I scale the stairs
The weight of you is so heavy
I could fall

October replays incessantly
Across a shifting wall
Flashes of happy
And whips of winter
And splashes of summer and fall

Chairs aligned
With people behind
Unknowingly awaiting a fate,
Unfairly tossed to them,
You get what you get,
Luck and happy have to wait

You come back to me from time to time
In a movement or a smile
But it’s transient though
And you quickly return
Goodbye love for a while

Sprinting on a runway
Gaining my momentum
I’m going to need it to fly
I can no longer do what I’ve done
For so long
I just can’t live a lie

Red spatter across green.
Ants sing.
Caterpillars pour eggnog.
A tree is raised.
Bug Christmas.
Strands of Brown tinsel lead up.
Carpeting a tan oval.
Over the ridge, and onto a bridge.
A deep, sunken hole on either side.
Devoid.
The crows have had their feast.
Lower.
Agape.
A cave lined with whitish stones.
Further, the ***** continues down.
Two mirrored hills.
Gouges are ravines,
creating flowing rivers.
Down,
the red till it touches green.
Above,
the sky is mesmerizing,
drawing me in.
White clouds transform.
The sun is gone.
Blotted out, but no rain.
Deeper.
A nearing roar.
Below is celebration.
Above the blades,
severity.
Paralyzed.
You ran me over with a lawn mower
and so the lawn was painted christmas.