Power
Blood.
Crimson, shining, wet.
It pools around my feet,
Weaving through the valleys of my toes.
Warm to the touch.
Beauty found in the form of creation:
I created this. I brought this to the surface.
Allowed it to travel my hills and valleys;
Emotions running over my knees
Hate dripping off my thigh
Love contouring my wrists.
Power found in the smallest of object...
Sunday 22nd November 2015 7:14 pm
Stabbed
Love. It concurs all they say.
It makes some happy, joyful, even ecstatic.
But for others; it rips, shreds, and stabs.
“Time to think,” he said. “I just need some time to think away from you.”
Those words: they don’t create joy. They stab like a knife.
Piercing my skin and drawing blood to the surface.
Heart pounding in my ears. Tears welling in my eyes.
“Oh. Ok.”
I type...
Sunday 22nd November 2015 7:13 pm
absence
i look into the normally full sky:
nothing.
i feel nothing,
see nothing,
hear nothing.
my thoughts cloud my vision.
will i ever feel the wind on my skin again?
will i ever see the rays of sunshine again?
will music ever penetrate this foggy facade?
the blue sky my eyes are used to is absent:
no clouds,
no birds,
no sun.
the chirping is gone,
along with t...
Sunday 22nd November 2015 7:11 pm
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