The Pain

The brown, stagnant blood down my thighs, soaking my pants.

The spear through my side, unexplainable with no negotiation.

The salt, stinging, streaming down my cheeks.

Lungs like full vacuum cleaner bags.

Feet like swollen warts.

Sharpness travelling up my calves and down my shins, through hopeful walks and dying tries.

My spine, a broken necklace.

My neck, a frozen hinge.

Through the pain I continue to live.

Forgetting to ask for relief, I continue to live.

Winter can get VERY dark

I wrote a poem a few months ago, in December.

It’s called Together….

I stood above you 

With an axe

Wanting to slay 

Slicing you in two

Soaking the pillow with your warm, crimson blood

With hate at the end of my fingers

Wanting to wrap them around your neck

Squeezing so tightly 

Your eyes bulge and your nose turns blue

Those lips of yours, they’d quiver in fear 

I stood above you 

With fever in my eyes

Salty sweat engulfing you  

Watching you drown

Wanting to drink back my tears

Filling my belly like a balloon

I stood above you 

And if I were to burst

My guts would cover you 

Together dead

As it has always been.

The End. Need I say more?