Andante.
A casket of grace engulfs the stage in flames;
A paradoxical relationship;
The movements soothe whilst they burn
The flesh in tiny ripples across the arms and the legs
They relieve as they destroy
"Anon! Anon! Anon!" they cry;
Bottled anger now overflowing with the struggle to contain;
In a blink, however, it is all over.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
For this performance has crushed all limitations;
All expectations;
We greet our little-not-so-little performance with love;
Done for the night,
We make our way home.
Slap.
My neck flies in the direction
My world spins and I dig my nails into my skin
Clutching my cheek in pain.
This burning is nothing like the one witnessed earlier in the performance;
Instead, it annihilates all hope in my heart;
My breath hitches;
And I stare in horror.
She glances down at me;
She pours disgust from her mouth;
All over me
Covering me with a casket of repulsed notions
All I can imagine is why I am still here...
Blamed for being a ceaseless flow of misgivings and mistakes.
The abuse, once sporadic;
Is now routine;
The burn... the burn... the burn...
This burn is different... it destroys and destroys wholly
There is no looking back anymore
A solution appears
Like an angel in a time of distress
My hand reaches for a vial of poison.
Everything blurs and churns to black.
Andante.
~ to the life that should have lived longer
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Kiss the Rain Bare
PoesiaA compilation of poems contemplating the notion of existential crisis.