Gothic Slumber

I grew into my new bones

I grew into the grinding, serrated fear

The fear that lunges at your fingertips and

Down to your throat

It was unnatural but necessary

To stop the pain from reaching your heart

Your dark eyes gaze upon my swan-like form

You hold the dark cloths over your head and shy away from the sun

While I soak in light rays,

You slumber in gothic waves.

I grew into my new bones,

While you tried to save me.

You saw the distortion of my body—-you heard the cracking of my spirit, you felt my breath shivering in the coddling underbelly of my

Mother’s icy glare,

Demanding that I do it again.

Demanding perfection.

I grew into my new

Bones

But I tried to resist it

But when you kissed me, I pushed you deeper

I wanted you deep inside of me(arteries, glands, heart, brain)

To fix the utter chaos that transfixed my

Passions and my heart

And to become one

But you were in a Gothic slumber

Like Sleeping beauty

And I was in my sun-drenched, euphoria filled awareness of fear

And, as I had once wished that the moon and sun would collide—-

I realized it was a selfish dream and we couldn’t catch up

To each other.