Untitled Dark Poem #8

Tears glisten

glitter on lashes

prism’d spear

‘gainst the wall

curled tight

fetal position

never feeling

denying pain

even as it washes over.

Wave

after wave

cresting

crushing

whimper

my voice gone

broken on ragged screams

soul wrenched

against my will

into your careless hand.

Tale told

old as time

you spoke golden words

rose colored glasses

I wore so tight

unwilling to see

your carnal delight

with others

not only myself.

Drip

drip

drip

drip

blood pools beneath my feet

warm silk

my arms awash

life fading

door slowly opening.

Behind I stand

you scream and fall

reaching out

reaching toward

death holds sway

no more pain

no more fear

blackness

quiet

revenge

taking with me that which had been yours.

©May 1/22

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Vile Whispers of Love

***Warning: This poem could possibly be a trigger. None of what is written here is what I feel at all. Again recall of the emotions I was going through late 2017 right before the big Kaboom.***

Mirrors

shattered

splinters

prism out

spraying

slashing

screams

reverberating

clutch at my head

voices rising

triumphant

crushing me beneath

wave

after wave

a black hole

sucking me through

rending reality

until all I see

until all I feel

is…..

nothing.

Dulled

eyes seeing nothing

memories

reel play

movies in my mind

pain

tears

unmoving

allowed to fall unchecked

head bowed

upon my back

blackened beast of death

cackling

talons dug deep.

Come to me child

voice

dripping in sugared cinnamon

trust I shall catch you

trust I shall never let you fall

trust in me sweet child

allow me but one taste

cared for 

in death no more. 

©August 10/20

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