Saturday, March 2, 2019

Silent Screams

Silent screams behind wooden eyes. My fingers,
tapping mindlessly, I stare blankly ahead
dreaming of death.

Fucking boredom like squealing tires on black tar.
A contrived calm, I still my breath by counting -
blinded by sun.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Languishing like idle fire.
Seeping madness dripping neath the swelling din,
stealing my breath.

Imposter. This fox in sheep’s clothing. I mewl.
Desperation bleeds from my brow, shallow heart -
beats resurrect.

Defying ordinary taking blood from
a stone. Silken whispers caressing me,
like a sweet kiss.

Dark majesty, beautiful unravelling
inside of me.  Weeping truth forsaking the
evil within.


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