Inertia

A parent perched upon Each slouched shoulder Hands hang useless at my side Oxygen tubes wrap tight round my throat Mentholatum, mothballs and melancholia Mother may I No, dad will hear Shhhh don’t say a word Or think a thing About life or death Or anything in between Just tell me what’s for dinner Chicken……

Suicide Mosquitoes

*Trigger Warning – Suicidal Content*   Today you would have been fifty-two Instead the doctor took away my blue Pills and made me start the yellow But I don’t feel like yellow I feel like blue Memories of you Pinching at my heart Suicide mosquitoes buzzing Round my head Today you would have been fifty-two……

Smoke and Mirrors

Divinity reaches down from the sky, or maybe right up through the ground, there really isn’t any way to tell, it happens so fast, the rug gets pulled out from under me, my soul is wearing thin and my heart is quaking from everything unknown. The sun isn’t really rising and setting, we’re spinning around……

Six Feet Under

shadows scorch my skin from pallid white of what had been now yellow ochre glistening against red ruby seeping teeth contaminate with venomous ash and time that has passed I carry their heavy chains clanking under the moon dressed to kill deity of doom screams buried under metal tainted with arsenic raw skin and bones……

Madhouse

Join the circus Perform for peanuts Don’t bother me with reality Dissociation is my comfort zone The place I like to call home Fashionable yet comfortable Life inside a cage Whipped into submission Clean out the cobwebs White-knuckle grip Frenetic disorganized disturbance A magician with a magic wand Monochromatic maniacal music One hit wonder drug……

Amulet

I need another anchor To help keep me grounded Open to a new approach Chanting and praying Anything to keep me from fading Falling apart Walk right through me Rip open my heart I’ll take the pain You get the gain Love comes at a cost Calibrated clear vision Hyper honed hearing Hawk like precision……

Flames

Sulfur Smoke Gasoline Rotting earth Dirty fingernails Blood stained shirt Silk feels comforting against my skin Snagging scabs and wearing thin Throbbing head Living substance of a thread In love with the shape of my bones I can’t go home Muscle atrophy Death of agony Soul separated and quaking Spiritual awakening Follow the stars The……