(2013)
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
I’m like a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
I want to try The simple cut Not a cry for help But a physical release From the prison