Drop.
I dropped it.
I dropped it and
fell
as it dropped and I
broke.
as it
shattered, or splattered?
Drop it!
Did I really?
Or did I
Fling. Flang. Flung.
it so far I could not see how it
bled
as it smashed, mutilated upon broken shards.
Calloused feet treading upon
Hungry razors licking
thirstily
At spilt and splattered
Blood
turning slowly
blackening
What kind of
Heart
would ooze blood the colour of haunted nights.
Eyes...void of colour
Ghostly white, albino pupils
Without tutors nor teachers
Bleachwashed by tears filled with
Angst and
Anger for and through and through
adressed to: myself@whereIam.com
Insulted
By the unborn, unlived, debuncled
Usurped infant voices crying
\"Murder!\"
In my head. Paranoia hugs me
A bedpartner too often.
A present I did not want
\"Do not open till X\'mas\" It said
Mock me more
Mocking me is your legacy, fate
A sign. I have received a sign.
Of things past and things to come
Love lost.
Love flung.
Love sown,
Open rocky ground
Shall bear fruit of stone.
Singing fingers,
Fingers with siren voices
upon strings of steel
Cutting, Kissing, Stroking and stoking
Heat.
A corpse
Resting upon silver thorns and bloodied roses.
Deer killed in
Grotesque poses
Love the sullied snow.
Sensible is
Vague.
In the grey areas hide the murderers.
The killers of that which did not live.
The unborn infant voices
Told me so.
