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Imbroglio

self destruction

Patiently stumbling over strewn branches
Mildew covered moss
Shouting into the void of blackness
Begging the wood for answers
Her mind could not find elsewhere
 
Breathing in pace with her step
Stumbling through thoughts and reality
Wondering when she would escape the
Menace of her mind
 
Soft whispers and careless clammy palms
Her safety, her home
She wet her skin on the edge of an anxiety filled mouth
Drowned her sorrows in chemical substances
Silently poisoning the soul she didn’t know how to love
Spitting out concoctions of whiskey, wine and whatever else
She could get those desperate hands on
 
She breathed a sigh of relief into the paper bag
She had crumpled up to her face
Slightly soggy and sopping
Gasping for answers, for meaning
When her purpose became so broad
Wishing the condensation she produced would be enough
To suffocate the demons that lurked inside her
 
Tear flooded gaze, trembling gasp
Space became indifferent to her bag of bones
And for an instant,
The universe felt so large,
She’d been swallowed whole
 
Listless...
As she crumpled into her shadow
Watching painfully as the light was swallowed in its entirety
 
Suddenly felt like middle school
And muddy rain boots
Exploring every crevice inside
Contaminating every fibre
Running streaks of slate through
The silky whiteness of the pale membranes
 
Stained
Spiralled
Soul
 
Twisted and flipped into something satirical
 
 
Sulking into the comfort of the thousand something thread count sheets
Sprawling out like ink bleeding
On the pages of a teary soul
Ripped away like blasphemy
Burning the bible of her mind
Ripe with attrocities
 
 
Dissolved and sublime,
Slippery and solemn,
She forgot her own name
 
Creeping into the sorrow that she created
In the tiny space between her palms
And her lips
Sobbing delicately, reminiscing
Of better times
And a life she didn’t
Feel the need to destroy...

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