sad · words

Factories of heartbreaks

The clawing chill forces it’s familiarity on me
Lurking in a den where carcases hunt
Behind clamped lips, fears and denials drum like a mantra
The scrape of metal as the slates of beds slide out feel too loud
‘No, not her’

It’s a factory of heartbreaks
Forgotten names and sorrows encased in plastic
They tell no tales of the demise in this vast last cause of abandonment
‘Not her, either’

My clammy skin despite the winters in the room wars with my racing heart
The circle must come full, my panicked mind ventures
The wardens thumping feet forcefully jolt me to the present repeatedly
I wish my quest doesn’t end with a silence in this tomb
‘Lift the plastic higher,’ Continue reading “Factories of heartbreaks”

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words · happy · Black & Proud

Dream weavers

In a country where hopes never make it
Dream dangle in tattered nets
Rusty rims whose baskets long tore away
Loop holes to futures where mansions and high thread count sheets exist are mounted in courts
Bounce
Bounce
Hobbies to pass time between friends
Curious on lookers fingers latched on fences like trapped birds, old dreams passing the batons
Quick foot work and fast dribbles crisscross the faded marked lines
Clunk
Cheers
Bounce
Bounce Continue reading “Dream weavers”

Love · Romance · sad · words

Poison love

My naiveté bore my death,
Wide eyed
I plunged my efforts into this duel called marriage
But broken wasn’t in my vocabulary to act as internal alarm,
Until you peeled my skin with your disrespect
While I retaliated with denial and painted furiously over the mistakes to fix you
The eyes by the banks so far away fed on the chunks of my flesh that you flung until their scornful gaze began to perversely dress me,
My humiliation sang such high notes I believed to be a singer not born of this world
Had I known there was something within me to lose in the beginning, I’d never have let you cox me into this colosseum,
In panting breaths what could have been a healthy relationship lies cast on the dirty murky ground wishing it were dead Continue reading “Poison love”

abuse · sad · words

Fading purples

I remember when it started
When I knew he’d crossed the line
There was just too much pressure around my neck
His eyes had a different type light when he say mine widen
Something in him feasted on my fear
My mind twisted at the hardness in his eyes
The darkness that had lurked in there wanted out
The bad and dirty that had clung to the sides where he hid them had finally clawed out
I was in uncharted waters where I’d heard stories like this but they were further away because I thought I was careful with life
That night I felt my induction into that hall of pain
Why had I not walked away?
How had I been fooled into walking to the lions doorstep by the fading candle light which now had gone off and left me floundering in the dark once I step at the doorstep? Continue reading “Fading purples”