The pastel petals gliding from your thick branches
filled with blushing flowers and rare greens
remind me of the ashes of a dying bonfire
drifting aimlessly in the wind to oblivion.
The beauty in the struggle of your branches is almost enough to make me forget my own.
Forget the termites that drilled a hole on my left-centre
slipping through the bars of my ribcage
but making sure to leave nests
that drain me of phloem for their nutrition…
Until I’m nothing but a cadaver
Until I am abandoned for something living.
After days of climbing, with the sharp breeze caressing my face like the hands of a dying lover, I reach the top. At the highest point of humanity, I’ve never felt so low, insignificant. Here a top of this ice sculpture I realise that if I froze right now I would be nothing but another rock, adding one more layer to something bigger.
the thick brown branches
will be hidden by flowers
and everyone will exclaim how beautiful they are.
the few dry patches of grass
will become greener
and everyone will want to crush the shards.
these surroundings will produce their music
a soundtrack of laughter
and only now it will be an object of desire.
But a few months ago
when the only music was one of death and silence
and the days were grey and short
this place laid abandoned.
And no one noticed how beautiful it was.
You’ve planned everything.
Moving through the checkered bits
you took away everything I once was.
You’ve dismantled my walls,
blew out my defenses.
You were the Knight leaping through my broken pieces
landing on top of my very own essence
in a board-shattering
Her eyes were wide open
searching for that spark
she named love at first sight;
Promoted by hormonal variation,
mood and attraction.
Actually, it was but an inbred reaction
that shook her
and made her
Though like in a ripped rope
the connection was cut.
She realised that right from the start
her eyes were in fact tightly shut.
‘I love you,
I need you,
I want you,
I feel you.’
I left you,
I tricked you,
‘I love you.’
First written on 14 Sept 2016;
Final draft on 10 Nov 2016.
To your eye I was a Roman feast
that you would like to dissect in every way
until you could nib at my broken bones.
Then you’d lick your bloody lips and grab the next dish.
You tied me like a pig for slaughter,
I couldnt escape you and I tried.
Did this forced submission bring you power
or did this version of kleptomania fuel your desire?
You bit me, you tasted my skin,
you choked me when I tried to scream.
I was hopeless, I was helpless,
my fear to you was heroin.