Back
Is
Relaxed.
Blood
Races
Through
Veins.
Tension
Builds,
And…
­Builds.
Claws
Dig
Into
My
Chest.
Scars
Form,
Blood
Pours,
Making
­The
Tension
Grow,
And…
Grow.
It
Aches.
Body.
Shaking.
Spine.
Curv­es…

Up
While
The
Claws
Rips,
And…
Rips
At
My
Flesh
And
Pull
At
M­y
Booonn-
Esssss.

It’s
Over.
The
Claws;
Now
Fingers.
She
Grabs
A­
Tissue.
And
Wipes
Off
My
Tension.

always a reflection
a sorrel mare with one white sock
a stock color to produce
whatever you would want
this is where i have been
eternity trapped in this..... mask?
i wear no mask!
i was not burned in acid, or something.....
only stuck being the kind of girl
you would take home to Mom
after a week of fun
my always open arms
embracing the human flaw
the Greek hero who drowned
reaching for himself.....
.....me......
it's not conceit
anyone who has looked has seen
a reflection of themselves
their wants
their dreams
not a carbon copy
only this reflection
imperfectly perfectly
what every man wants
is it any wonder
i always wanted to be a Grulla instead.........

(JL)