Chains of Distrust

My heart broke, at your lack of desire to fight.
At your lack of panic.
At your unquestioned acceptance that you would remain in that very spot until you died, and even more so that it was better this way than any other way.

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Stab Wounds and Painful Salve

He sobs about desiring things he’s only ever read about in books, not comprehending why he was dealt stab wounds when others were dealt invitations to belong. He pleads for love and family and belonging, for validation of his worth and interaction with people who build him up, not shred him apart. “Would you know…

Stab Wounds and Oily Fingers

I met a man of whom it could be said was more pincushion than man. Everywhere he went he collected stab wounds in his back, like he was collecting candy trick-or-treating, from friend to boss to family and back again. This man was defined by pain. He tried to hide it, easingly wrenching a jacket…

Seeing Red

  My eyes are peeled for red. Everywhere I go I scan the crowds, seeing through people’s defences, clothing, and general masks To the broken bleeding bits of them. I know who is broken, How they are broken, And to what extent they are broken. But tonight, I looked down at my own torso and…

Rock and Roll

I am standing at the bottom of a very large hill, And you are at the top of it. For the longest time, I have stared up at you, trying to figure out how to get up the hill to get to you; This has been largely unsuccessful. For some reason I was entranced. And…