He left.
He's distant.
She's no longer continuous.
She's untouchable.
She's undesired.
She's a liar.
She's merciless.
She withholds my love in the fissures of her grin.
She entraps my joy in each vibration of laughter that shakes her anorexic form.
I shake too.
But with sobs irrepressible.
Black droplets greet a porcelain tub.
Along with clumps of my blood.
That seem to encompass the feelings that churn inside me, unable to be released through words spoken aloud or through the gentle association of pencil and paper.
I've been left alone.
Excluded.
Dejected.
Rejected.
Expected to behave.
But the blade whispers to me,
Beckons
Promises to soothe,
To offer appealing serenity.
So, I responded to the only reachable familiarity in a life so murky with turmoil.
I communicated, conveyed an inner yearning,
A distracting wistful feeling,
Through my skin, the marred landscape of my inner thigh.
And I cannot suppress my wonderment.
I inquire to myself, with this melancholy that seethes from my lips in muffled whimpers, "Where have you been?"
YOU ARE READING
Exploding Like A Supernova
PoetryI smashed as much as my soul as my God would allow me to into this collection of poetry. Bash me if you please but this is all of me.
