Flesh torn; face worn she was tired. a tired that can’t be slept away. a tired that was heavy. Shame, fault 100 people grabbing her soul at once, pulling every direction, ripped from her body, fighting each step felt like walking through quicksand, hands still pulling, rain falling, she’s falling………………. ……………………………………………….. ……………..i’m falling Laid bare, my wounds open and raw. STOP! my soul laid around me, dropped from hands black, void, alone. Pulling my soul back, preserving pushing it back into my open wounds. leaking, pushing more but only leaking back out I feel hands begin pushing and Sewing the wounds closed my soul begins to shift from black to red. A red that is only seen is magic and fairy tales. pushing sewing pushing sewing rain washing away the fault, the shame. the guilt. My heart was all that remained eyes on me, waiting Needle placed in my hand Shaking, scared, eyes on me, waiting only the sound of the rain and my beating heart begging to be healed Aching, Desperate Each stitch felt harder than the last. The red only seen in magic and fairy tales begins to glow. Tears flowed harder as I pushed my soul back in Frantic Pushing Sewing Pushing Sewing Desperate to save myself to be whole to be Love The last stitch……….. One more heaviness floated away. Only Light Only Freedom Only Peace Only Love
I hear the pulse of your breath in my ear
Slowly I turn on my heel to see your face inches from mine,
Eyes locked to mine
I feel you take a step closer and I have no choice but to take a step back
The cold metal door stops me in my path and I feel you take another step
The sensation of your fingers running up my neck into my hair
Makes my breath quicken and my heart palpitate
Your grip tightening, finger by finger
Swiftly jerking my head to the left
My neck exposed
My hair on end
My body melting into your roving tongue.
I need your naked body against mine
I need to feel your sweat mix with mine
I need to feel the weight of your body on top of mine
I need to run my lips over your chest
I need to drink in every inch of you
to burn the scent of you into my sensory bank
I need the memory of just One….Last…Kiss
Last night I dreamt of fire and wine
and the passionate caress of his lips exploring mine
His breathless words burned into my every thought
my body writhing with pleasure seeking what it so vainly sought
Cupid aimed his arrow a straight line for my heart
I didn’t stand a chance, it shot through me right from the start.
Suddenly the wolf licked his fangs and he expected me to run
underestimating my strength, I can shoulder a tonne.
Instead of taking the chance the wolf tore open my breast
and with sadness in his eyes, reached deep into my chest.
Ripped out a piece of my heart and grasped it tightly in his hand
it belongs to him now, may it always help him to stand.
My heart longs and it aches, it feels like it’s played Russian Roulette
pulverised to bits with a rusty bayonet.
I still remember the times I was warm and safe in his arms
every breath on my naked back, taking away all my harms.
Tears rolled down my face from the corner of each eye
questioning if every word and embrace was nothing but a horrible lie.
I awaken from my dream. I’ve seen the man behind the curtain.
It’s true. I would have run. Of this, I am now certain.
I wanted to save his soul, and for him to save mine.
But no longer do I dream of passion, fire and wine.
The last one enters
but the taste still lingers.
Her haunting dreams of shallow empty smiles.
The militant mind struggles
to prevent sneaking.
Divine figures surround her and
have an eagerness to please.
She embraces sleep as her only true peace.
Standing in a realm of flawlessness
she seeks guidance.
The flimsy thread of sanity
hang in the hands of flirtatiousness.
Pictures of perfection pierce
tiny daggers through her.
cut along the dotted lines
of the overabundance of flesh.