Rotting Behind My Eyes

I talk to the walls
hoping they will answer
in their usual low husky growl.

But today I fear
I am losing my mind,
more than what has already ran away.

The walls reply in snarls,
spitting spiders out of non existent holes
who stampede towards me showcasing depraved grins.

The rotten molding wakes from a timeless sleep
forming white rows of chattering teeth
and warn me it’s time to leave.

When I reach for the doorknob it melts in my hand, burning my skin.
I blink, realizing I am looking for something that was never there.
The scars disappear, the door disappears, I disappear.

Those faded rose patterns and white chipped paint
don’t want me to leave, nor do the nurses,
as they tighten the restraints on my wrists and ankles
keeping me locked inside the confines of my psyche, my own personal hell.

Burnt Beyond Repair

The flames flicker for awhile

growing only a little

until the embers grab hold 

of the battered lace curtains.

The wind picks up 

sending a light drizzle in through the open window.

The fire panics,

spreading chaotically 

as it runs from the rain

But with the next breeze

the blaze is fueled,

strong, angry, vengeful, 

swallowing my soul

turning it to ash.

Don't Toy with Me

Dear Mr. Can You See Me,

I beg you 

please treat me 

like I am your old rag doll 

missing her left eye. 

Let me be the conductor 

of your old wooden train set,

I promise not to stray 

to far off the tracks. 

Dear Mr. Can You See Me,

Don't you trust me? 

to drive 

the barrel of monkeys and forgotten teddy to safety? 

I trusted you 

but you left me on the highest shelf 

gathering dust,

because your love strayed 

and I am not pretty enough. 

The Nude Zoo

I want to touch you. 

Graze your naked porcelain skin,

with my rough hands. 

But that's against the rules, playing with the prey. 

I want to trace your protruding bones 

and feed you scraps of meat. 

Yet the child in your eyes 

is begging to be put down. 

But I am only then zookeeper,

not the hunter. 

Watching over you

until the monster emerges 

with chew toys and chains,

guilty pleasures dripping from his jaw. 

For him.

What I am 

is from who you are,

because who I am, 

is due to you.

The Beauty of Water

Water does amazing things for the mind, body and, soul.

I float undisturbed in the water,
fully exposed.
From my wispy mermaid hair to my pruned toes. 
First in the womb
and now the age of a wiser soul. 

The water engulfs me,
but I let it
yank me down
and bring me home. 

A little graveyard girl

Just been working on it for a couple of days, not sure if I like the rhymes or not... 

The marble girls spy

while they whisper and lie

perched atop mausoleums.

Shadows coax ghosts 

from up top rusted posts

waiting for snickering voices.

While the graveyard mists 

and abnormal wisps

penetrate my skin.

The cries and the creeping

my heart stops, so does the weeping

and I fall beneath with the bones.