The other face

…
Yet there is no light for me
Only a dark shadow
Like hope has cast off her cloak
To reinvent herself
Now in her place the sense of nothingness
The pain which keeps tearing
Long after the initial rip fades
Where I have learnt the promise
Of quietness
Kept close the mask I wear in faith
All in her name
Because those who knew best
Saw little but her beauty
Where as I, I belonged to her ugly side.

gasoline

we have tossed the match
struck against our hard edges

burning

thrown caution to the wind
into our gasoline
breath held
the spark to set us alight

or leave us an empty shell

decimated

Wind the darkness of day into our souls

And so it starts,

a gradual walking away,
the next step
as our threads pull tight,
stretched around
the void we find between us.

Spinning through the universe
until...

we are deafened.

(They will claim they heard nothing.)

(They will say it was worn,
around the edges.)

We snap.
And my hands are left empty.

Call into question

Can I ask?

Can I
ask as I
hold out my hand?

Would you understand?

Grasp the moment to
bring it close
to your chest.

Ready to share.

Can I ask?
For that piece of hope
small
insignificant.

Or is my mouth bound?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

I’m not playing

Not anymore
Not this game
Nor any others you care to invent
Like you are better than me
More worthy

Like you have crawled over me
To climb the ladder

Executed the manoeuvre with precision
Then lauded it from on high
The smug self satisfaction radiating
Irritating
Obscene

I will not play

You will not position yourself above me
Not when all you seek to bring
Is destruction.

The game has ceased to be fun.

Nights

I wake
Screaming

A need to get away

Retract into the dark
To keep myself
Safe

But you trawl
Through the sheets

Willing

Looking at me
With expectant eyes
As if I should know
Truth

We are tired

And my dreams
Haunted.

Mid-flight

They are taking it down slowly
In pieces so small
Just fragments
Collateral damage
The pin prick in your fine film
Minuet

Until it spreads

Hidden beneath the doubler
You wear like a mask
A patch to hid the lie

But you have eroded
Cracks radiating off in all directions
There will come a time
For breaking point

When you fall from the skies
Disintegrating.