Night lays its veil
Over her weak shoulders
But a silent death
Cannot mute a cry
The door grapples along its hinges
To keep shut, keep out, keep in
Why? How?
A sob of undiluted
Despair
Questions bounce off
Clueless walls
Can anyone hear me?

No

Can you please listen to me?

I will

She thought so
Much for such innocence
Ripped and marred
But barely recovered each time
The tears bend her eyelashes
Kiss along her cheekbones
A sole source of comfort
In a mess of jagged sheets
They're out to spite her
All of them
Are they really?

Perhaps

Do they care?

... Yes

She just can't believe it
How unbearably loud
The plane of midnight can be
Javelin words and quicksand guilt
Whizzing nefariously fast
She forces her body into
A tiny little ball
Shutting out the liminal rooms
Reality falters for a fleeting
Moment that unwinds her
But only for a moment
Can they stop?

No

Does it matter?

No

Again.
Again.
Again.
It'll all end, she promises
Herself this final wish
Her jaw tightens
Eyelashes sticking, falling in
Dead clumps
The air tastes of
Charged static
Nerve endings, rather
But it leaves that metalic smell
That she knows will begin the spark
Fists kiss the floor
Is it time?

Yes.

Is this right?

Yes.

The air condensed
Electricity
To magma
Thick and soupy in her lungs
Melting the ignorance
Once and for all
Her knees scraped
The floor, smooth
But latent with war

And then they saw her
So much older than she was
But there was still the ragdoll
Losing warmth in her fists
To drag her back to childhood

So what do you do
When a child walks in on
Terror and filfth
Everything that you've laid out
For her not to see
You shoot at nothing
Bullets like rain
Screams like thunder
Blood like lightning

Did they hear me?

I don't know.

It's okay

They're gone now

At least I have you, dolly

Labels: I hate Writer's Block, Poetry, Type: Free Verse