0107hrs and Tinted Windows
The confidence of her eloquence eased me, the wayward’s secrete from her lips
Could alter dimensions taking me to places I wish I had never been
Her light eyes with a softness blankets the afflictions of my soul and coddles its reflections—acceptance
When we speak of broken fairytales I wondered: have you ever heard the break of bones?
Anticipated the agony right before the snap?
Lay pressed against the metallic earth,
While the universe slithers through your frailty
The moist fog and its sweet sewage smell, slowly slides between your inner thighs
Putting it to rest on your flesh—
Toxins on your skin
Have you, too heard the whispers of drunken breaths,
Familiar faces turn into faces of black silhouettes?
Bones swaying away from cognizance, mirroring neglected prairies after the cloudsburst
Drifting further and further away from consent?
Snap—did you hear that?
The sound of chambered screams muffled against joints that have been tailored like puppets
Snap—
The sound of fractured souls fighting to be whole, battling make-believe serpents
Snap—
Brainwashed in my own destructiveness
Snap—
My vagina walls hold scars so deep, it leaves blisters in my membrane
Snap—
Can you hear that? The loud stench of shame
Have you ever heard the brake of bones? Anticipated the agony right before it snapped?
Felt the shiver of your core surrender to self-loath?
Your innocence collapsed on your chest, laying just with in the grips of callused figure tips,
While waiting to exhale?
With stern and vivacious gentleness attain she’d say: “Close your eyes. Listen to the foil of bones
Now. Hold it”
Who would have ever thought that ninety minutes of limbo could reframe fragmented pieces of fairytales?
That a voice could caress inner thighs, ceasing the convulsions of pain, while listening to things unsaid
Have you ever heard the break of my bones?
Rib caged collapsed on my chest?
Submitting my existence while anticipating the agony of a thousand deaths?
Eyes closed waiting…
Just to realize it was only a snap.