Tag Archives: survival

puppet

inherently deaf, dumb, and blind

to terror and trauma surrounding me.

thick wooden walls

and silken interior

protect my heart,

a living casket,

walking dead.

pushed aside,

shoved into dirty corners,

death horror hell

mean less here.

my mind rocks to and fro behind iron walls,

alone, staring through an empty window.

bars placed there a long time ago

disappeared,

ravaged and wracked by time herself.

trauma found the key;

stole it from sorrow

who ripped it away from

death himself.

i am here now.

hurting.

millions of shards pierce my

soul.

spilling mi corazon for all to see,

life-giving wine pouring onto the floor,

escaping in droplets which splash

then in tremendous rush,

sprint away from me as if

i were a horrific monster.

i am here.

i am helpless.

formed of only soft yet damned flesh,

yearning to crawl inside my sacred soul,

confused as to why this ache persists…

why this constant earthquake and vortex

threaten my sanity each day.

crippling thoughts flood my mind

whirlwinds twist my heart

draining final drops of wine

to the linoleum floor below

tiled sharply in black and white.

i curl fetally into your heart,

feeding upon your blood in desperation.

thriving on our anaerobic love.

yet this action,

this final thrust of survival,

this dependency upon your soulless heart,

is why my

heart ceases to pump

why

my mind ceases to think.

strings spring from my spine,

shooting upward toward your hands.

you grasp on tightly

as i shudder and exhale,

finally dead within,

alive only in motion

controlled by you.


undone

hair hangs down

heavy in front of my face,

hiding hot tears

which slip quickly down.

hiding a mouth open

in a silent scream.

hiding gasps, breaths, shudders.

hiding.

hands cross my chest

holding my heart.

a heart heavy, broken, shattered,

and all the other cliches

found in the world.

a heart heavier than

mt. everest,

a heart crushing my back,

creeping up into my throat

and threatening to overflow

my very being with the harshest of

hurts.

i seem to have come

undone,

my stitching burst,

my stuffing lies tossed about me,

yet here i sit.

trapped.

covered in hot wet tears.

silently screaming.