Masterpiece

I was floating in the middle of a green field

when I felt cold hands grabbing my waist.

A pocket square covered my mouth –

chloroform had never smelled so bittersweet.

 

I remember when I told you I liked red,

you said I looked exquisite in it.

Is that why you made me bleed?

So you could paint my body with your fingers,

touching,

ripping,

shredding.

Crafting and carving on my skin.

 

I recall when I told you I liked purple,

until I became it.

Your face branded on my eyelids every time I moved,

with your twisted fingers you tattooed me.

The arms around me resembled a cage –

I should have run when I had the chance.

 

I remember when you said my grey eyes were beautiful.

maybe you liked them so much that you wanted them still.

The gris turned to ice, losing its sparkle.

Orbs always open and never blinking

you would be the last thing I see.

 

I recall every time you said

you would help me become what I found most beautiful.

I was the only canvas you needed to express your artistry.

you loved me and would transform me into your masterpiece.

I wonder, if I had said I was colour blind, would you have let me be?

The View

What to do about the swirling vortex of droplets that turned the dazzling horizon into savagery with its roar. The aroma of pain, chaos – a mess of stingy and inharmonious scents that somehow drew me into the broken remains of Home. The palette of grey that painted the background in a bleak dégradé of colours was only lightened by an electric discharge – pity, not even a blatant manifestation of Thor’s power could save me now. The temping image haunts me and yet, saves me like a lucky shot in a Russian roulette. Curiously, seeing the ruins that used to be my mind palace made me realise that there must be beauty in destruction after all.

Stardust

My blood was frozen in my veins,
I was drowning in a desert of silence.
I was cold, so cold.

I tried to reach the surface
but every stroke pulled me deeper.
Water dripped from the ceiling:
ploc ploc ploc
The pain would echo.

You came though,
like a roaring thunder.
You were loud and you were strong.
You startled my soul,
disturbed my chaos.
And your eyes,
oh darling,
your eyes were coated in stardust.