A Stranger

I can be the only one.
I can save myself
or let me go.

I am brutally trapped.
Between your world
and mine I try to create.

I endure the cycle.
Repeating the pain
who could ever tell.

I am all alone.
My head gets heavy
again it burdens guilt.

Anxiety turns numb.
Numb rips away care.
Care begins to bleed within.
Within her body she breaks.
Broken to the world.
The world sounds quiet.
Quiet until the sun rises.
The sun rises to reveal normalcy.
Normal lives endure.
Enduring is now last on her mind.
Her mind speaks of regret.
Regret plummets her to a hole so deep.
Deeper she submerges below surface.
The surface shows reminiscence of once was.
Was she ever going to let herself rise?

Torture

The dead skin piles chin high
too much rough pink to go around.
Wishing it were smooth as infant calm
but it remains jagged with each stuttered step.

The eyes droop dragging on the floor
lazy as a howling hound.
Hoping they might lift the next second
but hours pass while a zombie wishes.

The blemishes stain red
seeping through to the surface.
Dreaming of a day when they blend
into complexion of an absorbed sunny day.

The windpipe chokes on acid
savoring the poison it chases.
Searching for something to quench evil
bubbling at the bottom of guilt.

The heart fears abandonment
but it is already alone.
Leeching onto any hand with blood
yet refusing any thing with life.

The mind is heavy and numb
bearing all pain it can possibly muster.

losing flight

the crack is closing up
gradually leaving no space for myself to breathe
when will I decide that enough is enough
but there is a glimmer of light still
isn't that enough
not during those moments when the crack eases together
breaking all structure binding to its roots
the pain becomes overwhelming
and the bark breaks as the trunk caves in
leaving less and less room for light to shine through