he created an illusion of kindness and caring, when the reality
of his plight was anything but. He was cutting with his thoughts, but spoke
only soft words — perhaps to conceal his feelings, or to give off the semblance
of having any human feelings.
Unmoved by this hostile breeze, I stand
immobile: like dull, lead drain pipes,
suffocating this caustic residence.
by volatile gusts.
I am round, and heavy, and grey.
i wrapped myself up in you, and to what end?
i see you in everyone and i search endlessly for the fire that consumed you.
you burned me and i sleep in the ashes that you left behind.
washing you away is not an option, for you are the brightest part of me
via Daily Prompt: Jolt
for as long as i can remember, i have always
identified myself based on my relationships with other
people. one day, my spirit was awakened, and i
realised that i could still be me without
someone else to affirm my worth. i began to unravel, slowly,
from the outside, in. soon the artifice ebbed away
from my little core, and my authentic being was finally
Pressure, press down.
This toxic mist is increasing
the strain on our cleft.
Choke, splutter; chisel it out from your lungs.
I must accept that I am on the cusp
of forgiving you, bereft casket.
My tinny expulsion is scraping out the excess
of our fragile lining.
It is not an easy task and I feel sick.
I peel you back to the quick;
put on this mask, we are on the brink
A fissure of spoiled tissue
Warning: This Chest Is Sinking!
Raise the alarm; we are suffocating.
Caution wanes – I corrupt this.
This chemistry has been compromised.