Dedicated to Sam_le_fou , for introducing me to forums and nominating this series in The Fiction Awards 2019 :D
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My throat is parched.
It would crack every time I speak -
Except I don't speak.
Long platinum shard
That lies (pristine)
In the calloused palms
Of my (pristine) hands.
The soft whisper of sleeping breath
That wavers in the silence.
Dreamy face dreaming
About the different wants and needs
Of a young, oblivious life.
Dark eyelashes brushing against
Paper-white skin, and an open mouth,
With pearly teeth just visible.
What a sickeningly sweet sight.
Rising chest, falling chest,
Beating heart.
A slight shift in posture.
A drumbeat in my ears
That thuds rhythmically -
Musically.
Sweat lining my skin,
Though the night makes me shiver.
Long platinum shard
That is clutched with
The futile desperation
That terror
Brings.
I cannot pretend -
The child's eyes echo that
Of the demons that haunt my dreams.
Dark shadows that flit at the edges
Of consciousness.
My aim is perfection -
She wouldn't feel a thing.
Paper-white skin that turns whiter
As crimson escapes in torrents,
Life leaving with it.
A faint gurgle in her throat,
Quickly stifled.
Long platinum shard
That fell (dirtied)
To the floor -
I can't hold it
With the calloused palms
Of my (dirtied) hands.
No more demons.
No more fear.
No more her.
Her eyes are still shut.
Mine are open,
And staring.
YOU ARE READING
the mind's recesses
Poetrywords that fell out of inky fingers, and stained the paper that lay on wooden tables.
