Voices Whispering

Emerald green

bleeding

oozing beneath shuttered doors

backed into corner

shielding self

screaming

seeing

dragon’s curse

devil’s breath

finger like

picking at psychic boundaries

looking

seeking any entrance

even

as those with white coats

close in.

Locked in a room

padded for safety

hair wrenched free

strewn ’round the room

clothing never on

body

scratched

bleeding

screaming that it has come

buried beneath the skin

ever ready to erupt

if only set free,

to run the streets

rivulets

crimson

rising above the curb line

anger slashed upon the canvas.

The demons

my demons

buried deep

never released

they keep me warm

they keep me alive

these are my demons

come and play

I promise

we will let you leave alive.

©March 3/22

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Imprisoned Assassin

A darkness

an illness

resides

deep inside

(little girl

robbed

innocence

lip curled in disdain)

creeping

peeking

from eyes

vacant 

drugged

fear for self

were I to break free.

Rocking in the corner

tears

shed

false

come a little closer

one more inch.

I shall snap

teeth missing

jump back.

Sly smile

rocks these lips

curtained hair

I am a mystery

I am a delight

I am a little secret

a graven tonic.

(Giggles

piercing 

shrill

crescendo

little girl 

jagged will)

One time 

too many

warned I did

words

fists

screams

heeded not 

knowing better

thought you were bigger

thought you were stronger.

Strength is nothing

brought to knees

feral

blood founts 

bathing me

swirling

watching

life slowly fade.

(little girl

happy at last

justice done

jailed no more

freedom fast)

 

©Sept. 29/20

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