Remote Controlled
"What's that?"
"I couldn't hear you."
"Speak up."
don't you realize i am?
this is my yelling.
this is as loud as i can go
ever since fear
adjusted my volume.
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Ghosts
some nights i dream of open mouths
with yellow, decaying teeth
and gum sores all along the sides
andwetblistersontheirtonguestheirbreathishotandmustydominatingmysensesasthemouthssteadilyget
closer
and
closer
i always wake up just before they reach me
those rolling tongues
and hot breaths
but i can still feel them crawlingallovermyskin
Becoming the Hunter
i lay there for twenty-two days
wilting
crying
feeling as if i was slowly dying
while still begging for the help that never came
i lay there for twenty-two days before i learned
that help would
never
come
and the stabbing, gut-wrenching pain would
never
end
until i took that knife and killed the soulless creature devouring me
in cold blood
Lost
define me
please
it doesn't matter what you say or how you do it
i just need some
direction
any direction
Frostbite
he shouted my name through the crowd
eyes dark with concern
and it jutted through the air like a shard of ice
cutting my raw skin open
so blood poured from my wounds
and dotted the ground
as i shivered
The NeverEnding Story
the love i know ebbs and flows
four days of bliss
three of bitter arguments
seven of physical violence
one of concerned neighbors
two of police check-ins
and months of no communication
until it restarts again and again and again
My Side of the Bed
some days i wonder if
i'll ever stop sleeping in corners,
my back and sides protected by the walls,
so that i can only be approached
head-on.
Out Of Reach
sunlight pours through the window and its bent blinds,
stabbing at my eyes until they're filled with swirls of red and orange.
the birds try their best to make blood pool from my ears.
No, I don't want to leave!
Please don't wake me up.
the world i've created, painstakingly crafted, dulls.
their voices are muddled as reality punches me in the gut.
What did they look like again?
a kaleidoscope dances behind my eyelids and
i pull the covers over my head.
We were at the beach. No, the park. And they were saying...
but then the dream disintegrates
and floats away in the wind.
it's all lost.
there's barely a footprint left to haunt my every memory.
"I had this dream earlier."
Catch the Train
Carve a new path,
the voice whispers.
Wander without a destination for eternity.
Change your name, looks, personality, likes and dislikes.
Become someone new and forget.
the voice gets stronger with each passing day;
it builds up and up,
fills my heart and bones like the
beat of a drum rattling the floor.
it sings to my soul with honeyed words
like the moonlight creeping through the window
Never come back to the same place twice,
the voice whispers.
Never be that girl again.
Phoenix
my bones, charred and brittle,
scream underneath my weight.
dark. it's so dark in here.
my heart, licked by the sudden flames,
threatens to burst.
ashes fill my shriveled lungs.
my skin, branded for all to see,
itches and burns.
water. i need water.
please.
help me.
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