Off with their heads

Look in the mirror

never liking what you see…..

too fat

too skinny

too freckly

too poofed up hair

too……..

descriptions of the person seen

through your own eyes.

Hide under the baggy clothes

keep the hat on tight

wretched scales

torment

fear

pain

will it ever  be right?

Words

arrows shot without aim

scurry along

head down

no one will see

no one will hurt

no one is as invisible

as one who is hiding in plain sight.

Bumped

pushed

sidle into the corner

move through the shadows

let there be no light.

One day

people will see

not only the purity of spirit

but the beautiful person that you are.

Some day soon

you will realize your true worth……

you are a Queen

let no one ever take that.

Besides you always wanted to roar

‘off with their heads’

©Sept. 16/19

Picture via Pinterest

Death’s Embrace

***Picture via Pintrest***

Crumpled over

shuddering with tears

as despair and anguish

wash through me.

Not cleansing

but pull forward the memories,

the burning images

of my deceit.

My escape?

Only limited by the lies I tell

as I search for the elusive high

that will shut me down,

carry me away from here.

Away from my perceptions,

away from the abyss I perch above,

away from the darkness

every reaching.

Glittering shards of glass

reflect back an image

a thousand times over.

A skeletal face

winking at my fear

at my desire.

Walk with me

it croons stalking forward,

hand out….

pills to be shared.

I hover above,

watching this image of myself

wondering if this last time

will Death catch my fall

and cradle me within his embrace.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

January 1 2018