Presence No Longer Required

Walking

Searching

Lost within

The fog increasing

Stumbling along

Hands stretched out

Blinded

Fear

Revulsion

Shame

Words shouted

Inflicted

Searing past visible skin

Marking the soul beneath

Pressing

Ripping

Worming through

Wrapping around

Twining through

Bones

Insidious vine weeds

Trapping

Holding in place

A warped inner view.

Scythe in hand

Vicious slices

Wrenching

Tearing up the vile

Removing the nasty

Each vine struggling to hold on

As this Gardner

Plunders the vines of hell

The voices of the past

Silenced

Forever more.

No longer hating self

No longer repulsed

Standing free

New growth blooming

Flowers spreading

Life

Once more my own

No longer a part of your shit show.

©Sept. 18/22

Destruction

All you did
was tear down
rip apart
make others feel so little
while you
boasted
bragged
pretended to be so much more
if only so you could feel for a little.
You destroyed lives
one
two
three
had hoped to be spared
the demon’s seed.
How could you fuck me up like this?
How could you have looked upon
so small a child
and thought this was ok to do?
It is the other shoe dropping
that one last burn from the grave
one last time you think you’re going to win
but you won’t
because I have driven in the knife
I have sheared that fear
I have lanced that rage
neither help me
and I am so very much stronger
then as a child
when you ripped my world asunder
turning me from bright eyed brownie
to sullen teen.
If you were still alive
spitted you would be
over roasting fire
hell’s flames roaring
pitchforks pricking
I would make you bleed
in a thousand different ways
though not a one
will ever make up
what you have done to me.
©Sept. 17/22
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