Morning has broken
but she has not
it had been a long night
sinister fraught
the stars were cut
in lacerations of lace
stains of tears
mark trails
on her face
mascara in circles
mocking panda eyes
multiple moments
of almost self-demise
wrists bound to
sadness, heart
trussed to trust
pain from crumbling
illusions, plus
that constant,
searing lust
Now, on the floor,
lying face down
in what seemed
like blood,
she starts to
move around,
as realization pours over
in a thick, viscous flood:
She can move her arms;
for they were not
really bound
That gag in her mouth?
it has dissolved into sound
The sound of her voice
as she gets up
from the floor
opens the window
bringing light
to the fore
guttural noises
escape deep
from her throat
and before she
knows it, the
room starts to float
furniture circling
as the energy takes
and she lets in the air
fresh as new fate
her cuts balmed over
winds whipping up her hair
marks from taut ropes
smoothing over to bare
and the light bursts in
in a blast, in a whoosh
like bursts of starlight
cutting in with a push
they seep into shadows
pulsing over the dark
the howling rescinds
in an explosion of sparks
blocks of pain that held
her chained
are knocked over
and the lightstorm
keeps coming
her inner percussion
just doesn't stop drumming
And as she flies through that window
and unhinges the door
from its frame
freedom
is now hers
forever to claim
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
Morning has broken
but she has not
it had been a long night
sinister fraught
the stars were cut
in lacerations of lace
stains of tears
mark trails
on her face
mascara in circles
mocking panda eyes
multiple moments
of almost self-demise
wrists bound to
sadness, heart
trussed to trust
pain from crumbling
illusions, plus
that constant,
searing lust
Now, on the floor,
lying face down
in what seemed
like blood,
she starts to
move around,
as realization pours over
in a thick, viscous flood:
She can move her arms;
for they were not
really bound
That gag in her mouth?
it has dissolved into sound
The sound of her voice
as she gets up
from the floor
opens the window
bringing light
to the fore
guttural noises
escape deep
from her throat
and before she
knows it, the
room starts to float
furniture circling
as the energy takes
and she lets in the air
fresh as new fate
her cuts balmed over
winds whipping up her hair
marks from taut ropes
smoothing over to bare
and the light bursts in
in a blast, in a whoosh
like bursts of starlight
cutting in with a push
they seep into shadows
pulsing over the dark
the howling rescinds
in an explosion of sparks
blocks of pain that held
her chained
are knocked over
and the lightstorm
keeps coming
her inner percussion
just doesn't stop drumming
And as she flies through that window
and unhinges the door
from its frame
freedom
is now hers
forever to claim
Finally feeling good/peaceful after an intense emotional period
To fit the mystical occasion:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhI5T_NKYxc
(a little Massive attack ;)
also listened to during the writing: "Burn the Witch" by Radiohead
