If I leant back in this hard wooden chair, and willingly placed my wrists on the arms, and let you cable tie my hands to it’s frame; would you? Would you follow through? Would you help me forget? Would you whisper your apologies in between each blow, each cut, each laceration of my skin? Or … More Would You?
There are seconds, sometimes long hours, where my head feels heavy. Heavy with a weighted accumulation of thoughts. Some unimportant, and some important enough to be worth avoiding. But to turn my back on one, means to stare at another, and the pressure is not unlike that of a boiling kettle. Steam burns brand those … More I’m Fine.
Locking myself , head bowed, in time to the knocking; Knocking of your calloused knuckles on my rib cage, locking, Blocking the darts aimed at my face, defense wounds shocking, shocking to the mind. An assault coupled with flailing attempts at blocking. Bleed with me, huddled over my own heart to protect it from your … More Sestet Challenge: Blocking the Knocking.
Remembering you, is like placing my lips on a heavy bottomed whiskey glass, filled with tiny sharp shards of a broken mirror and tilting it into my mouth. Slicing my tongue, the same tongue that licked the blood from your lips when you fell into my glass desk. Tearing at my throat, with a familiar … More Let Go.
If I could peel back the skin and crack open your ribs, snap them clean off, like the brittle bones of a long dead carcass.. What would I find, behind the flesh that spared you transparency? A heart? Or a blackened and charred lump that’s smell would confirm the image your eyes gave away? The … More Lesson Learned.
Pick me up in stages, let my knuckles drag, and my head drop and loll, mouth open, struggling to breathe. Let my eyes roll back, and wait for my pulse to become so feint.. that the fingers pressed to my neck would have to be so still just to feel any signs of life. Hide … More No. 77
There are moments, when I am doing nothing of any importance, or I am engaged in a conversation, or even when I am mad busy with work… and I am forced to pause because a collection of thoughts and realizations hit me. The equivalent of a 12 car pile up on the fast lane on … More 12 Car Pile Up of the Brain
There are days, like today – where I run through that phrase ‘People who are really crazy don’t know they are crazy’ in my mind, and I think of all the times I have been called mad, or that I have wondered if I am. It is a serious ‘point’ of thought for me because … More Crazy Talk
Star gazer Bully hazer Spirit talker Coal walker Soul of black Sold on crack Bright red bleeder Wound healer Barely out-running Those are are gunning for this life. Of mine. Demons glowing Behind eyes, knowing how to rig the game of truth vs pain. Bending time Falling in line with the bellows of the fallen … More Break