Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Bound

Thriving
Seething beneath my skin
Blistering, putrid, pestilence
Radiating from me
Wave
After wave
Toxic torture
Bleeding out my eyes
Vomiting from my mouth
A black sludge of despair
A deluge of deceit
Disparate droning
Desperate attempts to enshroud you
Damning me
Again and again
Choices
Transparent falsities
Black holes you fall into
To rein you in, lasso you
Bound by these tentacles
We both
Struggle
Like quicksand, we’re swallowed
But unlike you
I like it.

3 comments:

  1. Powerful imagery. I am curious by your conclusion. Words don't seem to sound like words to be liked. Seems like a lot of pain described.

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    1. There is no conclusion yet, Ruth. Just a great deal of pain.

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    2. Then I misunderstood, I thought you concluded you liked the pain. I do sense the intense pain. It must be difficult.

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