Gaping souls
And
Plundered holes
Excuse me!
You’re standing in my way

Wounds touched softly –
Caressed

Scars scrutinized slowly -
Undressed

If I am the vast ocean then you are the shore
Cleansing my insides with every tide
Unlocking hidden treasures
Long forgotten
And stories Untold

If I am the maze then you are the quest
To unravel and Unfold

If I am the dancer then you are the music
The ebb and the flow

If I am infinity then you are the universe
The charge and the glow

Wounds worshiped
Scars Adored
Undressed

I have this image
Lingering on my mind

I have this sensation
Wetting my insides

Your hand between my legs
Still, not moving

What was your hand doing there?
Checking for my vital signs?
Did you feel it throbbing?

Then you retract
The images linger on
An ache
A hunger
A buzz

I have this image
Developing in my mind

An ache to be ****** senselessly
An insatiable hunger to be taken from behind
Skirt lifted
Bent over the table
Exposed
******* dropped half way

Quite a sight
Still
Left there
Wanting for more

If I could bury you
Beneath the rubble,
Below the garbage,
Underneath the filth,
Close to the walls of hell

I'd bury you alive

If I could bury you
Turn you into a distant memory,
Into an insignificant written page,
Torn and turned to ashes,
Close to the edge of nothingness

I'd bury you alive

But
I have to deal with you
I still have to deal with you
You still show up uninvited
An entitled guest
In my show of life

I still have to look at you
And smile
I have to muster all my courage
Remind myself that evil comes
Shaped in sheep's clothing

I have to build walls so high
That Jack and the beans stock
Cannot reach
So strong that they survive tsunamis

I still have to smell you
and your rotten nonsense
I still have to hear you
and you ephemeral words

If I could bury you
I'd bury you alive
Alongside my walls and defenses

So that I may no longer
Speak any Evil
Hear any Evil
See any Evil
And well
Smell any Evil

A penny for your thoughts

An endless ocean for your actions

It’s brutal isn’t it? Saying those words to a poet?

And yet that is the final truth

In love and relationships

It’s true

I cry without making a single sound

Tears running down my face

Veins popping from my neck

Red coloring my lips

But not a single inkling of a sound

I weep
For innocence taken
For dreams destroyed
For a family that is no more

I weep
For all that I gave
And never received
For all the times I killed myself
Over and over again

I weep
For all the times I sacrificed my soul
I weep today what I never had the luxury to mourn

It is a luxury to grieve

I weep
For a past of endless disappointments
I weep
As if it is all happening to me again

At this very moment
I weep
For my stolen childhood
I weep
For my repressed adolescence
I weep
For my invalidated wifehood
I weep
For all that couldve been and never was