“Spill the tea on your reservations!”
“But it’s to hot to bear.”
“Well lay with me a minute, I know that it is to cold in hell.”
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Red rain
I coughed into a handkerchief
As I escaped the deadly poor
Such a waste of resources
But it covers up the gore.
Already Alice
“Why answer my question with a vague statement?”
Inquired the butterfly with a sigh
“Because there is no better way to lie than with a conflicted mind.”
Maybe Alice
“Do you think reason can be found in dying?”
Said the butterfly with a scoff.
“I think that there is reason in being, even if it comes to soon for most”
If this is how we treat our heroes…
I wanted to graze my finger tips across a surface roughed by bad intentions
Cut my teeth on twisted lips and indigestion
Was it just my imagination that this blue belonged on me
With a silver prong stylus in my hand, this the freedom I understand
The one that boys painted hues of black and blue while wearing green berets
My body is littered with there words. Their taunts of encouragements
Their disgusted repose
A hero really, for the lack of a better word
Who put such fitness into me I thought I would burn
But here they lie, with stained tongues and strained eyes
Having kissed the encouragement that came at a surprise
My color, my blood, spread quickly in the streets
Fingers one raised on intention now begging for release
Lips clenched in indignation now chewing on my teeth
These boys, so precious, forced to grow up
It is my imagination or did they forget how to trust?
A/N
Thank you dear readers for sticking around through these trying times. I know my angst has gone up a fee notches. So hopefully you can enjoy this one. I would love to see how people interpret it.
Much love from mine to yours
Clothed in good intentions
I cut along the hemline
To see what color it would bleed
A creature for the textbooks
A case of wicked dreams
I cut when no ones looking
To see what color wells
A creature for the future
Of dreams left unseen
E – Evade
He took his time with me.
I do not remember screaming, but it must have been loud enough to wake what demons had been standing by. For when I opened my eyes next they had been sitting at my side with such pitiful looks. One gently laid his hand on my chest while alone started to cry. When he took away I could see blood from a wound I could no recall ever getting.
Carved into me so deeply
There may have been a moment when I tried to move, but I can not remember. Waking up in a room full of people who could not see. Their eyes sewed shut with broken pieces of red string. I only just begin to notice one sniffing the air when I begin to hear again.
Someone nearby is weeping
Carefully I extend a hand. Grasp for what left. What’s there. I do not think she has noticed me. So committed to her screaming. There are tears I wish I could expend but I fear the meaning would be lost to her. Poor lamb who got caught. Poor lamb who may never get up
D – Defend Me
Reckless sinner unhand me
speaking words as you bleed
did you not see the lies
or where you to busy averting you eyes
hiding away from gods grace
turning love to shame in his holy name
tactless sinner who dared to grieve
speaking words till you bleed
did you mean to unhand me
or where you to busy down on your knees
begging a god who has left unseen
soaking in such terrible dreams
thoughtless sinner who left me free
drowning in words that surely bleed
you weren’t meant to do these deeds
yet you lie there in a broken heap
revenge for a god who can never be
C – Control Me
That’s OK Kiss me kindly
bind me to the page
bring about the rage
that OK just kill me
neatly with no grace
I was made to expend
I was made to defend
Kiss me when the beat drops
Take apart, my heart stops
I was made in demand
I was made with you in hand
destroy my body cause you able
Suspended above the table
My blood is what you crave
So make it last for days
Kill me blindly with no grace
I was made for this disgrace
B – Break Me
He has his hand on my thigh
A fistful of regret tightly clenched in each touch
He speaks to me, not wanting me
but desire slickers in blank spaces
Where her face was once seen erases
He doesn’t want me but I am the next best thing
Alone and awake with such sensitive taste
I do not think he has noticed that I feel the same
Slinking desire for a man I can’t see
Holding my thighs together while whispering “forgive me”
NIGHTMARE FANTASY 