mirror shatters

into thousand pieces

of my perfection,

tread on me

bare feet

let each piece

cut deep into your skin

i’ll taste your pain

and drink myself

into a stupor

on your bad blood.

trip on my worth

fall on your knees

take a better look

at my high standing

from where you

crawl your ground

in agony and

lose your grip

on my vanity.

open your eyes,

self-righteousness

never blind me

even in the brightest truth

and the darkest side of me

i still can see

that your low quality

and inferiority

are the triggers

to an extension

of my dark,

you can never see

that i’m right.

flawless sinner, fucking peasant.

Pic: ©Fabrizio Ara

I feel it wrapping its arms around me.

My old friend.

The one who makes me pass the day.

In a world that lacks imagination.

Feel it making you stay in one place?

Wrapped in the warmth of a blanket.

Or in the arms of a partner?

Can you sense it as it creeps up on you?

Putting weight on your back and head.

Drooping, I wonder if others are guilty of my sin.

I wake to see I’ve passed the time in a stupor.

Can you see it?

I can’t. The world has grown dark.

my sin has robbed me.

Slithers through the heart strung veins,

Claiming every mortal fiber.

Alight in its wicked reins,

Its urge turning us to fire.

Fingers dance on naked flesh.

Bodies writhe, thrust, and plead.

Digging deep, its calls distressed.

Give in and fulfill its burning need.

Fall into the blissful state,

Desire brings it bound prey.

Grind, arch into your mate.

Find ecstacy in the risque.

Lust, I’m told, it is a sin,

And only the selfish win.

The golden Creed shining light 'neath the halls

Of silver bright paid in blood, misers

Hands to change, yet all the same show the walls

To keep the peasant out, early risers

To toil for the scrap of bread and mead soiled

By the Creed for the lords of the high keep

The people under foot grow to a boil

Stricken with hunger for the light that seeps

From beneath the halls of silver laid bright

The lords of the high keep do the whips crack

Tables turned and shackles do now bind tight

Lords turned peasant, stricken now to the rack

The cycle turns the Creed lives on in heart

Blackened by lust for the dragons great trap

To take for the hollowed empty heart

Spelling doom for man and beast, darkness wraps

The world in the claws of the golden Creed

To no end in sight for the Creed of Greed.

i was chartreuse at first,

maybe a hint of lime over pink flesh.

upon reflection now,

i'm a dead emerald.

no sparkle, but the deepest green,

darkened by 22 years of

grief

trauma

pain.

my feet and legs went first

upon discovering

that some people run for fun,

not because they have to.

my hips because

some people have never been

caressed by someone

who had no right to do so.

my stomach because

thin people get taken seriously

by doctors, by modeling agencies.

my arms are covered

in the color

of remembering that

some people never slashed them open

to feel something more than

numb.

my throat envies those

who never had to scream

or to swallow the lump in their throats

no matter how much it choked them.

my ears long to unhear

the wailing of my mother,

the recount of the rapes from

countless friends,

the broken sobbing

of my only love,

after the absence of the gun

that my hands snatched away.

that time, it was close.

even my brain

turns green with

more-than-jealousy

because they

never had to take

three pills a day

just to function.

i would kill to be

blissfully ignorant,

to be shallow,

to be vain,

to be immature,

to not constantly worry.

what i wouldn't give

to be pink again.

Never been satisfied,

The more I get the more I want,

Enough is never enough,

No empathy for those without drive,

Even when things fall apart I thrive,

Stepping over other just to survive,

Every man for them self in my eyes,

Betrayal in my nature so dont be surprised.

Got all I could ever ask for with nobody to share

it with and now I know why.