Shannon Elizabeth

Apr 2017

apollota

I'm gone

That December,
I was a mess.
A pile of broken bones
And discarded hopes.
Skin clammy and lips cracked,
Devoid of anything.
You ignored it,
All of it.
Now, it’s April.
Two years later
And I’m still a mess.
I’m still a pile of broken bones
And discarded hopes.
My skin is still clammy
And my lips are still cracked.
I’ve still devoid of everything.
But mostly?
I’m devoid of you.

2017-04-13

#devoid #empty #clammy #cracked #bruised #soulless

Shannon Elizabeth Apr 2017

Demons

Morning’s fire streams through broken panes
Shadowed walls ignite
As darkness flees in fright.

Blackened bodies are quick to hide away;
Spreading like spiderwebs
Across her tarnished cheeks
They seep back into her tear ducts
To nest in the depths of her cerebrum.
Their daylight cavort in her psyche
Haunts her always
Each fresh daylight brings new torment
That hides behind her eyes

Crimson echoes of talons on her porcelain hips:
The only testimony of the demons’ night follies

#depression

Shannon Elizabeth Apr 2017

Echoes

Pallid digits
Trace the outline
Of your form
From the memories
Of past caresses

Your echo
Still dwells
In these walls

#heartbreak #sad #missingyou

— The End —