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
Picture via Pinterest

Whispered Death

*****Please note this could be a trigger poem. It is about lack of self. Leaving life behind. While I have only once felt like this (when I was 15) it never really leaves your mind. This poem is in no way reflective of how I feel.*****

I stand
waves slashing
sky
pink blood
shed
as day wanes
into night.
Roiling spray
drenched grey
looking outward
seeing only the bad
nary the good.
Voices whisper in my ear
so subtle
driving me a little crazy
telling me wrong
telling me right
telling me so many lies.
One does not know
sibilant
slightly under range of hearing
voice ringing in my ears
failure
wrong
liar
fake
names that go on and on.
Nights on my knees
praying
screaming
absolution please
come my way…..
wish I may
I wish I might
I wish that I could die tonight…..
©July 11/20
Picture is my own.