You ask me to look at you But… All I feel are your hands, electrified bright blue. My skin conducting the attraction of your high voltage touch. Our pain intertwined… Innocence buried under crumbling Sand Castles, waiting to be exposed. You ask me to look at you But… The vultures circling this rotting love have already dined on my eyes. The truth is… I’ve never needed them, to see you.
Majestic strides fall Silent within
Fashioned iron rods,
Growing from concrete.
Stolen stars plucked from their
In exchange for false kingdoms.
who fancy themselves kings.
Rubbing rotund bellies
Wiping dollar signs
from the corners
Of their mouths.
Extracting profit from life,
Dream of freedom.
She burned her hands Trying to cage fire. Lessons of the heart marked by scars of Trial and error. Trying to capture its, alluring… yet illusory warmth suspended, Just out of reach. Still… she fights With shield and sword Like lock and key, She needs this… For through This Pain… She finds pleasure.
I have watched seasons change In your eyes. They glint like honey coated jewels, within the ever changing hues. I see you inside my smile. Living medicine, my remedy in human form. My attention is yours. I know you. Yet… I discover new ways to, adore you. You have faced my demons head on. So brave… When all I feel is broken, you resurrect my will. Cloaked in my darkness Unafraid you take the hand of a Monster… For your fearlessness I love you.
Those sweet lies… I savor the remains of the sticky confection on my lips. My saliva retracts each blissful moment. My ravenous hunger unsatisfied. Foolishly I engorge every morsel. Never knowing the sugary circumference Is but a disguise. Hiding the sour truth. Inedible realities covered in sweet indulgence. Carefully packaged as …”hard facts”. Supply and demand is absurd If… You’re another hapless member of the herd, Over fed and led to slaughter. But… Who will you believe? Who can you? We are all like the candy man, Packaging and selling our own truths and opinions. While the masses get fat On lies and facts.
Grey skies fall against jubilant sunsets. Your face fading in its dying light. Only because I remember The old you. This updated version wears a strangers mask. Your new skin flecked in shifting chromaticity. You change before my eyes. You adorn beautiful camouflage, hiding in plain sight. Under my radar you slip away. Tucked cleverly out of view, Only because I remember The old you.
Cold metal warms as it enters.
Flesh unzips under its stark incision.
They gather to explore with hidden fingers.
Crude tools wait patiently for stained hands.
They indulge in my pain with wicked smiles
Prying eyes feasting on my interior.
Curiously they gaze, hoping to find my origin in the flayed tissue.
They invade my broken chassis searching for weakness.
Bent brows punctuate confusion, as my complex framework dilutes their expectations.
So many devices at their disposal for this, morbid deconstruction.
They overlooked the simplicity of one.
It cannot be said any clearer.
It can only be found…
in the cold hard truth of the mirror.