Tag Archives: scars

stillness

Sometimes I feel like my chest is deep in captivity

And my head is the only thing keeping me there

Sullen scars with eyes that tell no story

self pity pain

Drowned by drunken thought

Feelings and words muddle

Gripping at my stomach

Ripping tendons into tenfold

Screaming summers of dead names

hollow sunken wound

deep left to fester

until pain is only a thought


he

he made me feel like roses were the colour of my arms

and made sure each blood stained memory was left to serve

he set the graphic tone of distress as i bled all over him

the scars that place like ink through a funnel

replenish my arm and these eyes that stare at the faceless world are pools of broken glass

scraped together so the streets may never smile again.