Oct 2, 2015

Surely, the demons I face While my eyes are wired shut Cannot grasp the taste But can only smell the blood. I know they’re laughing at me Some are pulling me forward Wanting me to come and see What lies behind closed doors. My hand pulsating profusely I place down a sweaty palm Jiggling the handle frantically Locked, so terrified I call. I know what’s behind remains unseen Yet I feel the unwanted information Flood my mind, with my weight, I lean Hearing her voice is a confirmation. So, when her skin becomes laced With a terrible, burning desire I black out, pushing forward in haste To smoother that terrible, burning fire. Now they’re laughing at me Some are leaning forward with worry While the others disappear into walls When she glances up, most of them scurry. Before I know what my body is doing I drop to the cold, linoleum tile floor My whole entity weak and shaking I reach behind to shut the door. A flurry of red and black and brown Swarm around me like a barbed prison Trapping my deepest, most unwanted thoughts To one, pleasingly painful color; crimson. The need to feel anything but this This hate or betrayal, the anger manifests “Why’d you do this” spits out of my mouth “It was an accident” and the razors put at rest. Her eyes so pure, not a cloud in those skies Seem to peer through the closed bars of her cell They can see straight up into heavens But are stuck burning down in hell. Her body trembles as I clean her wounds She doesn’t want me to see her like this But it's all been done before, it's familiarity Of the sharp-edged razor's kiss.