Some things I've written

The silence is what hurts the most

I wish there were angry

Letters and bitter

Words spat out in

Arguments that

Last all night and

Expose our vices.

But for now there is

Nothing

Not even a mention of

What once was.

Passion gone

Cold exterior remains

Days of casual hellos and goodbyes

Nights of heart wrenching silence

Loss of the will to fight a

War that was never won.

One side left pleading for

Freedom from a torturous

Life, to a fate of eternal captivity

Is condemned, held by

The other, restrained by apathy

Unable to kill or set free

Unable to end the misery

A prisoner’s cries

For mercy,

Hope,

A signal to give up

Answered by blank stares.

I swallowed the night

to make it go away.

I swallowed the sky

But couldn’t keep it in.

The moon broke through,

my eyes bled stars.

Darkness was all I could see.

My Sadist

Yesterday I watched you

tear to pieces

my letter to you –

one that was never

meant to exist.

Witness to the shredding,

I felt your rage

in my body;

those pieces, my flesh,

thrown to the floor.

Yesterday I heard you

tear to shreds

my existence,

effortlessly,

a bird stripped of flight,

one feather at a time.

Each syllable resonated

in my heart, digging

out a hollow cavity.

Your hands destroyed

my confession,

but your mouth –

it raped me – left me

raw and trembling,

wanting more.

Veil

I've worn it with

Pride -my sunday best.

Men would stare in awe and

wonder at the beauty of

innocence, unscathed.

Jealousy whispered in their ears,

screamed from the hills,

"They must be split! She

should be yours!"

Lust tore it away

with a hand of

fire that burnt the

lily white.

I patched the

holes and wore it with

Shame - the only man

who would ask me

to dance, with two left

feet and a crooked smile.

The patches marred my

vision but he promised to

lead me. We stumbled

in circles through

dips and turns.

I ached from sole

to soul and prayed

the music might end.

But a stranger stepped

in and took my hand.

"Please," I asked. "I can't

take anymore." But he

wouldn't let go.

Silently, we glided

across the floor, past

Lust and Pride who had found

new partners.

(Shame had just disappeared.)

Effortlessly we moved to the center

of the floor where he lifted me-

high above the rest.

The veil fell off,

leaving me weightless,

and at last I could see

this stranger named Grace.

Fairytale in Reverse

My love whispered and

echoed in the part

of your lips, just

inches above mine.

One hand on my waist,

one tangled in my hair,

slowly coming loose.

We're twirling backwards,

losing speed.

The dancing stops when

the music fades out.

Eyes locked, we slowly

step away.

Only hand in hand

now, no safe embrace.

Palms pressed together

so lightly I feel

only our pulses,

out of rhythm,

unsteady,

missing each other.

I shudder at your

slightest twitch and

wonder -

What if I let go?

Are you still holding on?

Or will our hands,

heavy and unsupported,

and our arms, like

ends of a severed rope,

just fall back to our sides?

If we lose touch

I'll be lost

to another world,

in different story,

still waiting for

my prince to come.