faint white line,

decorating my skin,

where did you come from?

i have no recollection of you.

maybe you’re an angry scratch

from an unsuspecting cat,

a kitchen casualty,

perhaps you were lonely.

finding solace in a stranger

hoping to hide

away. go unnoticed.

or, maybe, you just

appeared one day.

snaking under my epidermis;

out of reach.

snuggling next to my veins

and huddling for warmth.

You know that feeling?

The one where all your emotions bubble up in you until it boils over like a river running down your face?

The one where you know there’s no chance of stopping the tsunami within?

The one that destroys everything in its path?

The one that no matter how hard your press your palms against your mouth your sobs still wrack your body like an earthquake?

The one that makes you question every aspect of yourself?

The one that brings you to the darkest spot of your mind just beyond your voice of reason?

The one that tells you that you’d be better off?

That everyone would be better off if...

Yeah, me neither.

I am a canvas.

My incodite fabric intertwined with your chipped paint.

You stare at me.

Ingluvious.

Wondering what to impaste upon me next.

What to impleach my cracking design with.

You create thick strokes of black in a desperate attempt to hide my thin ianthine ones.

With your hand, you frantically scratch your charcoal down the length of me,

Hastily trying to indite something worthy of a second glance.

You stand back, unease clouds your eyes and anger cloaks you like a fire.

My edges begin to ignify.

The illiquation of oranges and yellows licking their way up your creation until,

I am engulfed in a plume of smoke and flames.

When the smoke clears,

All that is left of me is an incubus of ashes.

Incompossible with you.

Irredivivous and nothing more than infumate remnants of what I used to be.

I was once a canvas.

With your paint intertwined with my fabric.

Hear me.

Don't just see me because it's at your eyes convinience

Listen to me.

Listen to the words that so emotionally drip from my lips like honey

The words that concoct in my mind travel through my heart so that when they do find their way out, they mean something.

I don't aimlessly spew words from my mouth because it fills the silence

The silence has always been there; incessantly taunting my mind like it's a game.

It's the courage it takes to speak my mind that is newly found.

My fear taunts me.

It envelops my mind and won't release.

If calm was the sea,

It would unleash.

Like and anchor I am weighed down,

To the bottom of an ocean.

My fear is to drown,

In my emotion.

I've placed these rocks,

Within my own pockets.

My suspicion this sea blocks.

I wish not to see; through these cruel sockets.

I'm drifting away,

Into this bottomless pit.

As my thoughts begin to sway

My mind begins to quit.

This existence I've created,

In this sinking ship I lay,

The realization is belated;

My fear is here to stay.

The cold has begun

The darkness is already here

She no longer feels the gun

Just a single lonely tear

All the hatred and sadness sheʼs kept locked up inside

Has now all unfolded and she can no longer hide

How will they react?

What will they say?

They've hurt her itʼs a fact

But they will never pay

They did it while she was here

And they'll do it when sheʼs not

She no longer has to fear,

Soon she'll be forgot

Thereʼs pain in her eyes

And trembling in her hand

Sheʼs been wearing a disguise

This is something she had not planned

She knows she wonʼt be missed

Grief they all would lack

By the devil sheʼs been kissed

As her world quickly turns to black

War is like a fire in the midst of an unsuspecting neighborhood,

All is peaceful until the match strikes and sets lives ablaze.

The ashes that we created to look like snow

blanket the ground and cover any trace of the aftermath

If only the bullets we have shot could be unshot

The words we've said unspoken

And the silent tears finally be heard.

Then the fires we have created could be extinguished.

Only until then will we be able to look in the mirror; satisfied

With the reflection staring back at us.

There's darkness in her eyes

A kill on her lips

Her victim as he dies,

From the pool of blood she sips

He is now gone

But soon he will arise

Before the nights last yawn

There's darkness in his eyes

There's light inside me and darkness in you no one can deem

The hell you've been through

Your oceans are waves 

reckless and unstoppable 

Your heart 

fragile glass dangerous and droppable

If you reached for my light 

in the darkness you'd find 

A bond so strong

our souls intertwined.