Fragmented thoughts,
m u t i l a t e d     b r a i n
Torn hands,
n u m b
A sympathetic glare,
g l a z e d   e y e s
Muted lips,
s e m i p e r m a n e n t l y
A centipede of bones,
s p i n a l   c h o r d
A flicker between life and death.
i n   h e r   e y e s

I strip myself of these tattered clothes,

And dig my feet into the earth below.

Breathing out my hidden identity,

For in this breath, I can be free.

At a young age,

To the moon I would plea,

To undo these shackles chained to this alternate reality.

Save my soul,
And bury me with the moon.

It will all be over soon.

Carved with careless fingers,
Traced by a toddler,

Occupying its mind with crayons.

A raw thought came to mind,

Carve the skull with colored variety,
Condoned silence.

Then, oh, how the colors swam.

Tears of violent embers crawled down the face of acrimony,
Left with only a painful reminder.

Then everything set ablaze,
Fear of rememberence begged through the eyes.

It was like that for hours.

That stare gnawing through my, once, beautiful bones,
I watched acrimony die,
And I witnessed it’s last breath burn with the flames.

Until I was left holding my own carcass.

Clouded Abyss,
Endless thoughts.

Tears of honey,
My mind in knots.

There you were,
Lingering with my bones,
Waiting for my return.

The sun burned pink,
And delayed my mind.

But then there you were, waiting,
With the key to escape fastened around your neck,
And my heart clenched in your cold dead grasp,
Out of my own reach.

I’m lost.

And there you were, my love,
5 feet away,
Yet I can’t reach you,
For you were never mine.