If I were to push you from my mind,
How far would you fall?
Would you crash?
Shatter into a million pieces,
Or would you land on the ledge
Just outside my consciousness
Where you will wait
Before you slowly begin your climb
Back inside.
Tag: archives
Nocturne
She liked her alone time, but Nocturne felt, perhaps, she had too much. She needed to let go. To leave all of her fears and inhibitions behind.
Easier said then done, she mused. Time and time again she felt herself crawling back into her shell, closing it tightly around herself. It was thick, hard, protective.
Nocturne rolled her shoulder. It ached. Must be the mist, she muttered. Maybe a bit, but she knew the truth. It as where she held much of her tension, her stress. Pain shot down her arm, crawled up her neck. She should take something for it. Perhaps some valerian. Maybe she should just go to sleep. Sleep and forget her fear. Her sadness. When she thought of her loneliness, tears welled in her eyes. Scratched behind her lids. She blinked them back. Refusing to cry. Nocturne liked being on her own. Enjoyed it. Revelled in the solitude.
How lazily she lied, even to herself. Ah, well.
All that Remains
I purge you from my body
with the shedding of my womb
you were the last thing to come
out of me
before the blood
it’s symbolic, don’t you think?
what remains of us
runs down my legs
like the times you
made me cum
Silly Things
What’s funny is what we leave behind
The things that we take for granted
Little things, silly things
Things which aren’t things at all but
Essential to feeling whole, complete
The feel of another’s touch
The pat of an arm, graze of a hand
Contact to remind us that we are human
Feeling creatures
Without it,
Who will remind us of the distance?
How will we know when to look back
Reach out and connect
With each other, to each other?
We are all just strings
Tethering ourselves
From past to future to present
Breathe
“Breathe.” She said,
And I remembered what it felt like to be alive.
“Breathe.” She said,
And I remembered breath is needed to sustain life,
So long I had been dwelling in the emptiness
Which hangs between life and death
Not wanting to live, but not ready to die
Devoid of wanting, empty of passion
The nothing space, visited only
By sadness and fear
“Breathe.” She said,
And I filled my lungs with air,
Felt my soul rush back into this body
“Breathe.”
