The Fight
Pink, Red, and orange
fade to black
and I take cover
hiding under the bed.
Laying with the demons roaring
screaming attack
I thought he was a lover
but he just needed to be fed.
Bigger than this body,
stronger than these bones
Crack
echos as the bones snap.
My ears ring with bawdy
words of meancing tones.
Wack
as he finishes his tap
...
Sunday 5th May 2019 3:31 am
Perfectly Perfect
Nothing.
Till I woke up
then you spoke up
screamingng in my head.
Losing that weight again
with words of encouragement
ignoring the ills of my mind
pushing me back to when "You looked so much better".
Look inside.
Whiplash.
Punches.
Ugly words.
Oh no sorry.
You don't want to know
you just want to see
Perfection.
Smile.
Laugh.
...Friday 3rd May 2019 4:05 am
The Aftermath
Building brick walls
to climb
and pretend to fall
cutting short a lifetime
Bricks I haul
covered in grime
pushing back the urge to bawl
at the memories of war crimes.
I smile at passerbys
and give an enuthastic wave
pretending to not be shattered by
the man who dug my grave.
I'd rather see
the expected conclave
between myself and the galaxy
...Friday 3rd May 2019 3:57 am
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