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
A small
rip,
then a little
tear,
and then another,
and the next thing I know
shredded
bits
go flying through
the air,
like a blizzard
of blood
kicking up ragged bits
of my obliterated
heart.
There is something
almost magical
in the
horror
and the beauty
of the remnants of my soul
as they lazily drift
to the ground
in sharply defined
stillness,
one so still,
even Echo herself
has fled.
The screams are gone now,
as are the tears;
I can find no more
inside me,
just a hazy maroon
sunset
of blood in light
fading into the darkness,
and the smell of
rot.
6-14-18
Shattered Mindspace 