without a pulse

only seeds were left

her white-washed cheeks

and those protruding bones.

just the little girl

next door in the window

pounding stained glass

with the hurry of heartbeat

now, there are only echoes of words

don’t look through the curtains

stay in the back alley

skipping over puddles,

smoke fills the house

abandoned and broken –

without a pulse.

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shapeshifter (poem)

 

 

you sharpened

your words with

      a knife

dug deep into me

 

the bathtub,

fills with my

blood

clogs the drain

 

I drown in  

 your dirty hands

your rough and

 sharp touch

 

you scrape off my tears

off with your

rusty   finger nails

bruising the bags

under my eyes

medicated

On destruction

 

you carved your initials

into my chapped lips

Stripped me down to

You’re deathly standard.

words on a board

it’s lit

thats what everyone is saying

thats what the girl says

a gaping giggle flies out her mouth

as her eyes brighten with each singular laugh

hands covering her bright pink cheeks

it’s lit

the cigarette that dangles out

her mouth and catches flame

all of tonight is dancing in the club

spotlights glaring too bright for intoxicated eyes

some creepy guy with yellow teeth thinks hes all

that with his silver chains and his spinning top feet

it’s lit

the broken spine of life

words plummeting down coffee stained pages

mean in the meaning that connects us into story.

the mistress of another universe

cloathed in ashes

red escape

Head spinning

Out of control.

Eyes, gone.

The hallways

Are empty but

no pace

To be.

Running

On an endless

Track.

The infection

Spreads,

All through my

Bones.

The sickness

It leaves me cold.

The t r e m b l i n g

Shudder comes

With a heavy fall.

Not a hallucination

Or even a nightmare.

This is the worst

Of reality.

Hands covered

With crimson

Red of my own

Blood.

There is no

Sting, only the slick

Relief

Straight line of

Shame knots in

Skin.