Fallen Things.

Let my words

fall to the floor,

like the heavy lead,

of an unspoken demon, 

that stalks the corridors of my mind. 

Oh don’t you ask questions,

of why and who and what,

don’t you look at me like that you know

I can’t explain these things. 

Let me cleanse my soul

I will walk through this hot hell 

of scalding reprimand

and recoil in horror

at all of my sins

with impure eyes half covered

behind these jaded hands

if  I must, if I must.

Let me step outside of my body,

and leave the solid form behind.

I will shed my skin,

smooth and supple and moist. 

I will take off this shell

and smash it to the floor,

a thousand shiny cold fragments, 

collect around your feet 

and decorate them,

oh my dear you’ve never look as beautiful

as you do now. 

Let me couple my thoughts with yours

I want to watch you twist and squirm,

like a wet fish out of water,

And stand still 

And take it all, 

take it all from me, 

You can watch me laugh, 

hyena laugh,

oh what a relief,

it is to laugh like that.

Falsetto echo

bounces across these white washed walls,

and settles like an insidious fog

over you

Can you feel that?

I am free. 

Free from this and that and then 

I am a clenched palm relaxed

a shake stilled

a heartbeat slowed

an eye opened

and shut.

Shut me out

from this place,

shut me out

dear

so i am reduced to

two black cavities.

How could you not see

I wanted nothing else

but this.