through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them

you're like a germ,
twisting my insides
into outsides, ruining
this facade of happiness

you're like a thorn,
in my side, painful and
ever present, constant
prickles and discomfort

you inhale as I exhale,
opposites defined by the
sharp black powerlines that
scream across the sky

there's a game we all know
that has a Monopoly over us
that doesn't take a dice to throw
nor a score to plus

its the game of Hearts
sometimes complex like Draughts.
a game of straight flushing and great blushing
in spates of gushing or candid Candy crush Crushing

sometimes there's:
star crossed Starcraft lovers
two-per scenario Super Mario Brothers
and the game's
a Tetris tete a tete
a dual duel between two beating chests
each with a Chess set missing a King or Queen they've yet to get
Romeos and Juliets
though they've only just met

and other times;
we're just trying to Connect fo(u)r two seconds for once
in this scrabble scramble through life
Risking it all in the Trivial Pursuit
of trying to fit in the Sudoku
by following some pseudo social cues
of the games creator
that says we're failures
if we're not in 2player

No time left
And confusion
Now seems
All a sweet
Illusion
These
Feelings'
Collusion
In brains
I won't
Let it get
Into veins
There's
No real
Pain
It's only
Artificial
Caused by
Fears
And caused by
Indecision

depleted
of energy,
a weight of gold
upon my heart,
its heavy dull luster
pushes down hard
squeezing out
        the light
suffocating
    my staccato
of breath
     I crouch        
quietly
in the brush,
the next step in
my process
                 pending
a dense rock
of pendulum
swaying time
  tick ticking
in my blood
cells reaching
the boiling point
just shy
of spilling over
into froth
waiting for
this conundrum
        to unravel,
my inner tigress
about to unfurl
             her heart
    to leap
and pounce
from
   within
into the
  tight
white
          of blinding
snow, the silent
storm of  
      the unknown
forever

I shall soon begin my second life
in pursuit of the whispering dead
they've anxiously awaited my unraveling
from the daily drone I dread

my spirit stirs to their mournful pleas
or excites in their playful jests
I sigh as she warms to my blood
in my half sleep her soul rests

they know me as they know their own
they find comfort within these walls
my energy is theirs to take
to walk these earth bound halls