Word War

Annihilated
completely decimated
almost eradicated into pieces
anything left non-existent
if it existed at all
with constant reminders of what it is not
of what it never has been
or what it has never felt
Quick, find shelter
Loose lips sink ships

Tattle Tell

I had to say it

I was bursting, my tongue thirsting

to touch palate

to form sounds and make words

Even though she warned me not too

My lips tingled, my adrenaline soared

And then he said it again

That word we’re not supposed to say

I felt my hands form rivers

Waterfalls pounded down my temples

Holding it all in

My throat ached

It hurt so bad with all those words pushing to escape

They banged against my vocal chords so hard that I needed

a big gulp of air

and when my lips peeled back

it all came out.

“MAAA, KENNY SAID “DAMN” AGAIN!’

Oops.

Speak Easy

There is no right or wrong
Only truth
A variant truth dressed sheepishly
to avoid damaging a brittle heart

Mind your tongue,
but not your candor

Lips whet
Aimed at the target neatly drawn
across his chest

Just tell him its over
but be kind

After all, you still love him.

Lose Yourself

Weights on every limb
Taut
Pulled down beneath the surface
Enclosed in the deep, wide dark
Desperate for breath
Breathe
Struggling to inhale
Panic sets
A racing heart
Sinking fast with no control
Eyes strained wide
Searching for an exit
Breathe damnit, just breathe
A bright film rolls
Memories fill a fading mind
Crushing lungs
Weak
Brea-
The fights diminished
Succumb now to fate
Acceptance
A prompted slumber
I fear I’ve lost myself

Bite

It’s the pull
The irresistible draw
Braille on the surface of the skin
You know I’m near
I’m close
Beneath your flesh flows a vibrant river of red
So enticing
So delicate
The scent emanates from miles
Piercing and eager to wound
My mouth does a slow stretch
Tongue pulled back as to not interrupt
Still as an empty sky
Carotid surrendered
Eyes shut
Both yours and mine
A gentle puncture timed to your sudden inhale
As I drank you
Drain you
Let you succumb to my greatest desire

Compulsion

I could feel my heart beat in my ears as my eyes swelled up with moisture
You’ve done it again
Brought me down low enough to have lunch with the devil
And yet all I can think about is how you’re feeling
About how you’re dealing after having to
tear down what’s left of me
The wooden sword you used to poke at my remains left splinters
And with every breath they penetrate deeper and deeper
Until my limbs are left numb and my tongue tingling
Itching to tell you that I’ve had enough
But all the comes out are apologies surrounded by I love yous

Without Walls

In the pit of my stomach
I feel it rise
Anxiously
Nervously
As the truth is never easily swallowed
The bile spills out
Tormenting lies of time and company
Revealed
Exposed
A stinging blow to the core
Though this news isn’t new
Rather desperately denied
As naivety prompts easier living
Drowning
Plummeting
A heart merely held together by bandages and a thread of hope
that this will be the last time I get hurt
When my walls come down

Note To Self

Dearest Me,
Do not to forget who we used to be,
The one who’d pick up all the pieces of our torn mentality
Remember when our heart was split;
Lungs tight, we couldn’t even breathe
The feeling was so damn near fatal,
it was a struggle just to see,
because our eyes would burn and tingle
from the nights we’d spend awake
Crying & swearing that we never let
another close enough to break
us down like that, and forget not
the misconception of our lies
The battle between heart and mind and seldom what’s between our thighs
Beneath out skin is where we’d hide,
Yet visible for all to see,
but not available for help
The only one for us,
is Me.

Gaining Clarity

Flustered and flailing,
he reached for his pen
and scribbled the anxious words
across the inviting page,
black ink covered every inch;
his hand cramped as his scribbles
invaded sheet after sheet,
unwilling to let it get away;
the words he’d been awaiting for months,
tortured no longer by that damned writer’s block.

Scribbled Somethings

Unsure of where they’ll end up,
I wrap my words tight,
binding them in the safest leather the market could offer.
The fate of their perception variant on the minds of the masses
and their untrustworthy opinions that will inevitably dictate their life sentence,
or lack there of.
Precious evidence of my servitude to the muses coat the bleached sacrifices of the brave birches scattered along the banks of the
Great Lakes.
Doubtful of acceptance amongst my peers, I make the hard choices.
Neatly, carefully, I tuck my collection of brilliance deep beneath the rich soil.