“Dance for me.” I whisper to the words entrenched in the blades of my being. When they listen, they dance diligently at every turn. Going at a h y p n o t i z i n g speed until they d r o p.
“Spring forward, spring back.” They tell you. They don’t give you an outline: They don’t tell you why. “Spring forward, spring back.” They command you. The nature of it is p e r p l e x i n g; bristling and jostling with kinetic energy. Dark and invigorated. “Spring forward; spring back.” They threaten, without […]
I want to warn him before it happens; I see the melt – the melt he created. What use are words of reapproach? He is falling and falling: All I can do is watch. His body is positioned in curves of terror and instability. He is in complete entropy. I absurdly yearn to ask him, […]
There is a sheen that works its way, out of the edges of my mind; it metastasizes to my physicality. Untouchable, indestructible; undetectable. I daringly gaze into the eyes of otherwise faceless people. I implore them–anyone– to visualize the framework of my audacious, unsteady mind; the truths that I hide, the venom that spills occasionally […]
Strong and weak. I feel myself melt between: the wounded parts of me and you. Strong-weak. Strong-weak. I am always drawn and pulled away from you. Strong-weak. Strong-weak. I want to will myself in fortitude. Strong and weak. I want to be free of you.
How do you know your heart beats true? Does it steadily beat and swathe with purpose? Does the blood coalesce with the stuff of your mind? How can you know? Will you know in time?
Words don’t come easy for me, I am tight-lipped. I want to squelch, screech; make any noise. I want a white-hot anger to leave my voice. But, words don’t come easy for me, I have no choice.