Chains rattle through the witching hour
And a tense grapnel around her lungs
Forcing an overwrought gasp,
Beads of sweat moistening her soft skin
Glistening under the moonlight
That comes in through fragmented glass
And the shards of transparency surround her cradling bed.

Her sweat shines
But not the broken glass,
Seemingly invisible, it lures her into a trap.
She steps her bare feet down, touching the shrapnel.
She shrieks in consternation,
Feels blood touching her cutis
And a solitary tear runs along her left cheek.

She careens her way back on to the mattress
And her sanguine feet tag along,
Staining the cloth freshly laid out
Patterned with flowers and autumn leaves.
Afraid to wound herself once more,
She quietly sobs herself to sleep
And sheds the last tear.

Sirens blare and the sun shines ever so bright,
A hundred people surround the scene
Letting their eyes go wild like the rain
And heaving in long breaths.
With pierced flesh and a lifeless smile,
She went out like a light as she wept her last,
And now she's the lurking shadow of the morgue.

Ghosts of my past
Come back to me
So ruthlessly,
Taking over me.

They come to me
Without summoning
The demons possess,
Without conjuring.

Yet I feel so serene,
Yet security binds me,
I’m ecstatic
Although blind.

Beautiful are the stars
But peaceful is the past,
Every haunting memory
Swirling, flying around me.

I think of every minute
I think of every second,
The days I spent crying
And bleeding to near-death.

Those days are behind me now
The days I jammed my fingernails,
The moments I ripped open my skin,
The seconds I let my tears burn my skin.

I’m grateful for my ghosts,
I’m thankful for my demons,
They keep my sane
They rid me of despair.

A knock on the door
I peer out the window,
Nothing but the icy breeze
And shrivelled leaves
On a solitary frosted tree.

My stomach's a ballerina
Twirling and gliding,
I turn back around
And walk myself into my room,
I'm hiding.

I shiver as I pull the sheets
Back up on to my skin
Someone's on the streets
Calling out my name
Stinging like a pin.

I gasp for air
Feeling nauseated
My stomach's tied in knots
A failed ballerina
Eating her sadness away.

I shut my eyes
Tight with wrinkles
Forming around my sockets,
I feel someone staring
And a white noise.

I don't dare to open them up
For, I have seen death before,
Encountering the ghost of her
Would be too much pain
And I would lose myself to her.

I stay still for a while
Trying to drift away,
But these eyes remain fixated on mine
Refusing to run
Refusing to turn away.

I try so hard to forget
The day she turned blue
Hanging from the ceiling fan
No sign of pain
Her love was indeed, true.

I left her to die
Without knowing she was,
I left her to cry
When I knew I had lost,
I regret it every second of life.

As I lay motionless
I feel her touch my face,
She gently pulls my eyes open
And stares into my soul,
Oh, she's so beautiful.

I feel exuberant
With her fingers on my skin,
It's been so long
Since I felt her love
But, she doesn't even grin.

She just stares into
My empty heart,
Looking cold as ever,
Colder than the day I left her
But with a heart beat that's much warmer.

Warmer than I'd ever been,
Kinder than I'd ever seen,
She never fails
To take my breath
But this time it was strange.

She took my breath
But didn't give it back,
Until I fought for life,
I felt so desperate
To be alive.

Never had I ever
Felt so human,
Never before
Had I felt so full of life,
But what's a life full of guilt?
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She knows how it feels
To be ripped apart,
And I know how it feels
To rip her apart,
But so oblivious to what follows.
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My tears are on her hands,
But they don't seem to dry,
I try to speak
But all in vain,
For she has latched onto me.

Yet, I lie motionless
And completely still
With short breaths,
As she stills stares down my soul,
Completely emotionless.

Alone amidst a crowd
Left out even in a group hug
Untouched by lips upon her cheek
Untouched by hands upon her shoulder.

Shrivelled lungs
Quivering face
Ripped skin
Blurry eyes.

Another tear shed
Another night spent
Buried in pillows
Wishing to be dead.

Swimming in a pool
Of knives and bullets,
With each stroke
Digging a hole skin deep.

But then she starts to fill the empty skies
With heavy clouds and no sunshine,
She's a hurricane going to shake him
And win all her fights.

Once she starts to drizzle
She's unstoppable
She'll take over his mind
And then his body.

She'll seethe and cry,
Weeping out glory tears just to burn
The skin of his heart
Now it's her turn.