Ligneous Face

Sun, 07/05/2015 - 12:27 -- Emilius

Just like the lines on splintered wood,
you skin's river of creases
I drown in the flutter of empty pages
pulled under rocks of razors.
Chopped down long ago 
from need of fire.
A small wind
brushes past my ear,
I try to catch it
but it disappears,
I swim in your tears,
an ocean in which
you can't survive,
it burns the eyes
and peels the skin
and you'll hear the cries
of what's within. 
For the next verse
I pick a phrase,
burned in a fire I started.
Fishes of all sizes and color...
If she didn't leave,
was she supposed to stay
and work in strength 
throughout blistery day?
Just imagine for one second,
the agony you walked me through.
Blisters and
bruises and blood
that cruises down
your bumpy skin
covered in bites from your words.
This is who I am because of you,
you turned me into a monster
that feeds off your selfish thoughts.
An ugly failure so fucking numb
from everything, every reason
for putting me through 
what you desired.
You laugh in my face, that you relentlessly 
morphed and slaughtered.
And now I hung on your 
shiny trophy of kills,
peering at me, but I can't see
your genuine evil,
hating love, I am a pet
used carelessly 
who can't see
weakness in your eyes
and cowers in fear
of living.

This poem is about: 
Me

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