More Than is ThereHis fingers overlap,End over end, aroundHer wrists. He can feelBones pressing gaudily throughThe skin. Her slender formSeems to shrink before theHateful glare in the mirror,And he can tell that sheSees more in her reflectionThan is there.She shudders deep inside his embrace.Her weak heart trembles as aFlutterby, struggling not to ceaseIts faint beating.She tries to weep into his chest,But each choppy breath pains her.She just KNOWS he is asDisgusted with her body as she is.He weeps into her thinning hair.Lost and hurt, he wants to helpHer. He loves her more than the world,And the world has turned her against herself.She is starving before his eyes,Disappearing when all she sees is fat,Disgusting.He can see that sheSees more in her reflection than is there.Why can't he make her see, even in her sickness,She is perfect.
Living Spiritshe paces the halls, her perfume thickened the air like smokeher gown tattered and bleached of color by deathparamour of the nighttaker of sanitydevouer'r of sanctityher hair laced about her waistflows in the still airher sillhouette entrancessteals from youeverythingher footsteps lighther toes brush the floorleaving trails of blood from years of barefoot pacingyears of splintering woodbare soles of feet sear in painshe paces alwayssearching for the light in eternal darknesssearching......searching...... ...searching... ...
The Smell of FireThe scents of rubber on tar melded into the blackness as the foreground of my senses was overtaken by an all encompassing feeling of dread and destruction. This was a morbid feeling so deep that it penetrated the thickest layers of my thoughts and grated against the raw flesh of my weary mind. Smoke and ash consumed me and the flames licked at my hind sight as if I myself was burning in that terrible and horrific fire. The grass that was once tall and proud and teeming with life and breath, was now barely an inch from the soft soil, and smelled of leaching chlorophyll and plant matter. This scent was usually one of joy, the fresh hint of soil and cut grass was always a soothing and calming one, but not now. Now it reminded me of the taking of life, breath taken from the lungs and souls of unsuspecting creatures. I forced my legs to continue, faster harder away from the haunting thing that was only in my mind. The more I struggled to escape, the higher the fire grew, the more
The Color of SoundThere was an inhale and exhale about everything. The entire earth pulsed and moved as of its own accord. My body moved and swayed to match the undulating rhythm of nature. I saw a brilliant flash of color and movement. I was almost at utter peace, until I witnessed the array of turquoise, azure, violet, and countless more amazing and indescribable hues. I couldn't help but to hesitate. What I had seen was amazing, but my eyes had been closed! How could I have seen something so amazing and mesmerizing, with closed eyes? I looked around me at the trees and the stream, the rippling reflections in a puddle, disturbed by the passing of a frog. None of these colors were as brilliant as the hues I had witnessed with my eyes shut. Curious, I closed them again, after a few moments I was disappointed. Maybe I was trying too hard, I tried again for the next few minutes. Giving up, I decided to nap, relaxing my every muscle and feeling the softened soil beneath my back as I sprawled out on the gro
Ink-Stained PensBruises written on an un-marred pageTear into the parchment like ink stained pens.Tiny drops of crimson passion flood the surface,Look at your creation, isn't it beautiful?Black and red speckle the sun-Deprived skin.Blue takes its turn swirling among the blotches,untouched flesh.Oh, look! The red is dripping now,Washing white across the bruises.Lovely isn't she, staring into her marrowAs if it was meant to be exposed?Silly girl, this is art, nothing is as it was meant to be.When is anything ever?Just like theseBruises, written on an un-marred page.You tore into the parchment like ink stained pens.You tore into me, and I consumed you.Silly boy, when is anything ever how you planned?