I sit still and stare secretively at your fragile figure.

Your shivering skin screams while you sleep in your twin sized bed,

As your blight bones rapidly rattle with fevering fear.

Your exasperating eyes open to expeditiously escape your nauseating nightmare.

But

Instead.




You awake to a repulsive reality worse than your immense imagination.

My heartbeat exhilarates excitedly,

When the damaged door frantically flies open,

The shrieking sound of wood carelessly colliding with the wall,

Is intentionally ignored by sleeping ears dreaming in denial,

As I wildly watch him stormily stumble like a gigantic giant,

Into your room.




Your battered body quivers quickly like an anxious animal.

You are the petty prey and he is the havoc hunter.

You use your cobalt comforter like a shield, to protect your shaking skeleton,

As you try to hide from the morbid monster who sedately sleeps down the hall.

The sour scent of bitter beer fills my nose as he places a filthy finger on your trembling lips.

He tragically tears the blue blanket away, destructively destroying your shield.




His terrible touch turns you hard, like a stiff statue,

Resulting in fierce feelings of shame and guilt, to wash wildly over you like a titanic tidal wave.

He painfully penetrates and turbulently thrusts into your collapsing core,

Annihilating,

Your illumined innocence and your beauteous body,

As his monstrous moans carefully cloud your cries as he explodes like a boiling bomb.




Once  he leaves your blemished bedroom, you savagely grab onto me.

"I wish I was a superhero, like you Spiderman."

He cries as terrified tears tear across his face,

Leaving salty streaks and creating secluded scars.




But I cannot protect you.

So I am no superhero.


I think to myself.

As I let you cry onto my stuffed shoulder,

The only thing I can do,

Because I can't talk.

I can only keep sinister secrets.

The stitching, that used to secretly seal my scars,

Has been severely severed, allowing drops of blood to emerge, and gracefully glow like smiling stars,

As my body viciously vomits up all of my feverish feelings and erratic emotions with joy,

Like fluffy, soft stuffing falling from a pretty plush toy,


I am empty and hollow,

With no one to follow,

Like a dead damaged tree trunk,

I have lost my liveliness and *****.


I re-stitch my seeping seams,

And start to think about my dramatic dreams,

When I place the sweet sugar trip,

I painfully purchased,

Underneath my top upper lip.


Instantly I feel high and alive,


As though a luminous light has been turned on inside of my mind,

Where the darkness is, I can no longer find,

Because the radiant rays are shining over the darkness, like the saffron sun,

Eliminating the sadness, so I can smile and have fun.


I feel like a carousel, frantically flying around and around.

Not wanting to ever hit the grisly ground.

Even though I know I will.


I don't give a ****.

I know I am,

Creating cavernous cavities and eroding my enamel inside my mouth,

It dissolves inside my bruised body, and tragically travels south,

Destroying my intestines, and adding inches to my waist,

As the numbers on the scale increase, so does my level of taste.


They tell me I could die,

But I think it's a lie.


I know I won't stop,

Because I would rather be filled to the top,

With crystallized candy, so I don't feel small,

Then be filled with nothing at all.