House of Glass

Night fall after night fall, I call out your name, It echoes against my lips, Reverberating¬†in my every breath.   But then it ruptures into this cloak of shivering white that I wear, Depleting into this film of delicate nothingness, Only to be held permanently¬†in these crevices of my pale skin.   I stand, bruised …

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Razor sharp

Sliding down this razor sharp concrete, scratching away this deep rooted ache. An acute clarity, piercing through every ounce of my being, extracting more than is present. Voices of aching misery, echoing, clashing against these walls of a withering sanity. Shivering innocence painted over, stroked with kisses of an ugly black. Remarkable cruelty, a merciless …

Disgrace.

I feel so trapped, this pain it closes in on me, it slits my throat apart. Whatever I say, whatever I do its never enough. I breathe only to know that I have no right to breathe, for I am a puppet controlled by strings, my every action an embodiment of expectation, of what is …

Miserably Seen

I see your considerate soul betraying, deceiving, drowning in this turbulent mass of utter rage, feigning ignorance. I see the rectitude behind these broken actions, this unstable conflict. I see the desperate effort to remould, to fit in somewhere between these pages that speak of good, an uncanny perfection. I see your struggling thoughts, peeking …