Begging affection from the tempted
Their blood shot eyes staring at you
Their faces contorted to mimic your fears
So swallowed by these, you cannot scream
A seamless cloth of frayed objections
Of unreasonable obligations
Which caresses, surrounds, consumes
Your body so
Eternal ethereal claws digging into your skin
Crawling, wounding, searing, confusing
Falling, you are, towards what?
You do not know
You cannot know
For you are in such a confused state
Your reflection is no longer yourself
The name on your tongue, neither
The flesh which surrounds you, neither
The mind within the mind that is neither
Glances at your alien reflection
Only to be plagued by the horrid memories from so deep within
That the temptation of death’s cold hands is the final escape
That you’ve been hoping, waiting for.
About the Creator
Sylvia Bones
An artist of many forms, writing is one of my favorite expressions.
I have been in the process of writing a series of books for the past decade, and during my down time, I love to express myself thru poetry. Here are some iterations, enjoy!
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The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore2 days ago in Fiction
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