Call My Name

Stepping through the mirror
hourglass dripping sand
I know not
where I am
where I need to be
I only know they call me crazy.
Sweet secrets
Independent
A wee bit loony
Well……
Mayhap a bit more
than wee
Some might call it
insanity.
Hear voices
chuckles I do
wrapping me
a web
woven
securing
keeping me
entrapped
that is what the sweet silk of your lips
does to me.
Mad as the hatter.
Seduced by hares
in love with a mouse
no one to save me
must save myself.
Decimated
claimed
reclaimed by the darkness
silver lining
I can find none
only an abyss
staring down
ready to fall
no net to catch.
Free fall.
Scream in delight
in fear 
there is no stopping
bottom 
rock or otherwise
I will hit
fears broken free.
Abused
scars of the mind
curtain
hiding what is not to be seen
am I a wizard
able to wave my wand?
I am afraid.
I know not what I sow
what I seek.
Who is here to help
to hold my hand
keep me safe?
Carved smile
skewed
cherry red
virgin’s grin
I will not be the sacrifice.
I will not willingly give my life.
Bind me not…..
tie me not…..
strength will imbue me
tearing away
roaring
screaming
fear me you will.
Somber smile
jackknife boots
assailant of the night
dread the mere whisper
of my name.
Wolf’s moon
full
pregnant
power
such as has never been seen
I have it all
you
well you have none.
Knife to your throat
trickle of blood
lips curled in disgust
no saving this beast
you are the sacrifice
I will bring you to your knees.
 
April 4/19
Image by 1632224 from Pixabay
Advertisements

Denial

Bitterness
seeping
oozing
black caul
wrapped around.
Words
razor sharp
sliced veins
blood running
emotions stripped down.
Cold
lifeless
unforgiving
I will never hear those words.
Sorry little one
I failed you
I failed to protect 
when I should have.
Never will she
nor he
accept the parts played
in ruination.
Concrete grey
muffling my screams 
fuck you
naught you know.
Prince…..
Pauper…..
Gleam of her eye
you took my place
forced to the rear
forced down
forgotten
unloved
unsupported
that was I.
Usurper. 
Taking my crown
my throne
stealing my home
shattering my hopes
my dreams
condemning me to this hell on earth.
Tired I am
of putting all first
my desolation
thought to be remiss.
Funeral pyre
memories shot through
conflagration. 
April 1/19
Image by Harald Matern from Pixabay