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Saturday, June 9, 2012

FRAGMENTS


FRAGMENTS



Help me, she’s killing me…

The bloodshot eye stares down into my soul as greedy claws grasp for my heart.
The punishing slice of the blade rips through tender skin.
Ruby pearls slashing the blanched canvas.
Her toothless, rotten cavern grins down on the sacrifice.
Stunned by the absolute absence of pain I silently plead for mercy:
Make it hurt to make it stop!
Deafening numbness the simple resounding reply.
No escape.

As my heartbeat erratically flutters in my throat like the paralyzed insect in the throes of death’s passionate dance
I scan the space for someone- ANYONE- to step up and intervene.
They are all silent.
Cowards in their corners
Soiling, sniveling, immature larvae,
Praying her wrath will not turn on them.

Why won’t anyone be my salvation?
Where is that white knight riding to the rescue?
Is the sea of scarlet waves too wide?
Or the price to insignificant?


She glares down at me: the superior, patronizing, horrific spotlight falling on one thought-
YOU KNOW THE ANSWER.
The putrid claws hold out the challenge.

DESTROY THE BEAST
Suddenly her features soften.
Mother? An angel? 
Lovingly she tightens the belt around my neck.
Soothing leather cuts into the throat that’s too sore from scorching, unanswered cries.
My universe constricts
The helldriven rhythm of my heart beat finally slows down.

We come eye to eye. 
I see the truth in her empty sockets.
With dying breath I inhale her essence.

Peace is finally within my power.
United at last.
A requiem performed by the angelic chorus of demons inside.

As the scene dims before me in the mirror,
As the lens constricts to that blurred field,
The last, fading light of the mesmerizing sunset falls on the hidden shadow:
Someone new, someone young, someone pure.
With youthful audacity she reaches across the gaping divide.

Stunned, I fall to the ground.
The rush of inhaled oxygen knocking me to my knees.
Staring into the looking glass before me
I find myself
Alone.
Afraid.
Alive.


2/28/12 BJL
Dedicated to A.

Image: Life Through Broken Glass by Firo Technics
 http://firotechnics.deviantart.com/art/Life-Through-Broken-Glass-91417591
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1 comment:

  1. fanficwriter3715June 10, 2012 at 6:03 PM

    Glad to see you have posted some new work. Your poetry is always so riveting and powerful.

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