Inescapable time, unfailingly ticks
until the break of imperative bands
serrated nails, lethal ******
a throbbing head in tremulous hands

Punctured holes, enlarged by rage
a desperate personality to never quit
for a replica will ultimately disengage
from a brain that's split

Tiny beads of perspiration form
mutilated bands snap as I relapse
dampened palms, insides warm
my mind is seized as I collapse

Devoured by control as I foresaw
an identity murdered to emerge again
my blood dripping, her finger tips raw
for she awakened as one, at ten past ten.

               By: Melissa June

Entranced above the void holes of darkened eyes
the ***** of indecisive heels balance on the edge
incessantly tipping back and forth
to the manic rhythm of irrepressible thoughts

An irretrievable adoration is pulled deep within
perishing the many years of distressful memories
the paralyzing trance blinking from existence
as ambivalent eyes vanish within the vacant holes

Emotionless to the echoes of my dejected voice
an unsympathetic breeze pressed upon the cheeks
of a shadow diminishing further into the depths
as I descend within his eyes.

                 By, Melissa June

Hanging on a weakened nail
hidden just beyond fraudulent glass
the vile mask on the other side
of the impeccable portrait enframed

Naive eyes, blinded by distorted ways
as deceptions were glossed over
though transparent, were not seen
nor heard, past mendacious lips

Unhanging a diminishing adoration
a cherry wood falls from the wall
indentations, untrusting fragments
adorn the tiles of a bare floor

For inauthentic memories to release
trickle, down upon morose cheeks
seeping through credulous hands
onto the photograph unframed.

By, Melissa June

Heavy foot steps imprinted wooden boards
though impressed by an absent soul
an isolated mind, formed of intricate cords
I am aching, bleeding through a lonesome hole

My trembling legs stand before hollow eyes
encircling me on dull rickety chairs
I unstitch the fictitious smile of my disguise
bare oppressive scares, all despairs

To mirrors of indistinguishable faces
tears seaping into the floor, for they understand
the gripping pains and benumbing embraces
the destructive limitations at hand

For our dispirited faction of slumped backs
anxiously awaiting for when the sun appears
to fade our scares, dry the floors dampened cracks
absorbing our souls of abounding tears.

By, Melissa June

Loosely wrapped around forsaken skin
ragged garments of a vagrant grey
curtains of frayed threads
concealed layers of unforgiving soil
sheltering indigent knees

Perforated shoes pressed upon numbing stones
imploring hands stretched outward
seeking sympathetic eyes
indispensable fragments of hope
descend within a degrading cup

A forgotten smile emerged
through an ever fleeting contentment
as pocket change cannot obscure
years of struggles implanted within
the weathered visage of a beggar.

By, Melissa June