Shred me.
Tear me up
and leave me wasted.
Crawl inside me
and poison me
from the inside out.
I’m dead anyway.
I was done the instant
I saw you,
standing in the afternoon sun
amid the straggling
crowd.
So obliterate me.
You know you can,
and somewhere inside,
you know you want to.
Give me mercy.
Put me down like a rabid dog
and end this nightmare
I’m trapped in.
There is no
life after you.
3-20-20
I feel the rip–
all raw edges and ragged bits
of impossibility,
tucked somewhere inside
my gut.
The pain should be enough
to keep me
from the knife,
but the cut is an addiction
all its own.
Soon I will be ribbons;
just fluttering red strips
of my soul
in the wind.
Still,
fate isn’t easily resisted,
and I fly
towards my own destruction
aware.
3-19-20
Like bile,
the betrayal burns
up my throat.
I see the usual mess
spread out again
before my eyes;
the bitter buffet,
remnants of another attempt
to revive the dead.
Another door closes
silently before me.
Something more dies within.
Another sliver of my heart
is locked away
in another silver box.
The ground tilts again,
ever so slightly,
how long has it been
since it felt level,
steady?
I stare,
once more,
at the door now closed,
and with a sigh,
I turn away.
04-05-18
Shattered Mindspace 