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
Checkerboards upon the sky
And butterflies behind cold eyes,
A million shards, the shattered souls,
Through mist gaze up from secret holes.
A whisper trapped inside the glass,
A star that shines in rotten cask–
Empty the vessel, pour in the truth:
You are the fly, but the web’s in you.
3-4-2019
Then
Fantasies
of a piece long
lost
discovering its
puzzle.
The great
return,
where I make
sense
amid the teeming
masses
of confused
and confusing
humans.
Now
Fantasies ripped
and torn,
destroyed by the
one
from whose belly
I was
cut
before being sent
far away
to those who would
come to
regret their
purchase.
5-1-18
Let the world
tear at me
from every side.
Let them burn me
in effigy.
Let them
hate me.
I am used to it.
Could it be
any other
way?
Silence,
I understand.
Taunting,
accusations,
and thinly veiled contempt,
I accept
as my usual
fare.
So let them.
Let them push,
and tear,
and burn,
and scowl.
I will still
be.
There is nothing
they can do
about
that.
4-6-18
Shattered Mindspace 