the stool stands where i left it
before i crumpled to the floor
tears soaking my shirt
mouth wide in a grimace
shaped around a silent cry

the crash of metal hitting glass
the realization of what i have done
what i have become

i am a monster

Fear, in its infinite forms
creates something of such wonder that when it is observed clearly,
as it is by but few
every hair upon every inch of skin covering the living, breathing body of each observer,
will stand to attention.

It wraps around the soul,
Holding it tight.

Seeping through every artery
Every vein.
Until it fills and becomes
Everything there is.

like a trapped animal
frozen with the knowledge
of imminent capture.
Every atom in their body wanting to run,
yet all they can do is stand there
waiting for death.

Feel a little dead behind the eyes
In the effort to lessen
to numb
The pain left behind
Like footprints in the sand
caught somewhere between bone dry and soaking wet
a subtle reminder of the glow of what was
The flickers that have fought through it all
The hope that is all there is left
of the glow that once was

Are smothered and banished from all concious thought
to reside with the beast that took all that once was

Is my forever
turning into broken parts of you?

Late night talks,
hours where the entirety of the world,
consists only of 'us'.

Early morning kisses,
lingering just a fraction too long.