Last attempt.

I deserve everything and nothing at all.

face down

staring at chestnut

as I fiddle with the laces

Why must I go on with such pride?

meaty muscle mingles in my mirror

moons of eyes plead to hear my grey heart.

If you could call it that.

More like a daunting weight in my chest.

fingers tug at the corners of its lips,

stretching a smile over the façade of a face

teeth clinking against wood

looking back up into my reflection

red bundles strew out emotion

gasping for mercy

In a last attempt to catch my attention,

my heart jumps on my sleeve.

On display for anyone to see such a frivolous action.

And I feel.

I’m being swallowed,

but, her dusty chambers are weak.

A now heartless mind launches into action

without thought

grips until the last of her ruby warmth gurgles and cracks out

the last of the horror filled wails spew out of a tight lipped mouth.

tear tracks lead to detached eyes.

As unforgiving, scarlet stained hands string up my mask.

the caramel skin contrasts the color so sweetly

look at my manipulated mirage

ego painted perfectly,

my mind sighs a reassuring, “you look perfect.”