That dreadful feeling of turmoil
seeps through my arteries;
I scream to cry but don't make a sound.
The pain is deep, and its source is a mystery.
A graceful beast in thick matted light
devouring mane entered my life
in the still of the night -
And against the moon's silver light,
What is the concept of time?
The clock dial spins on repeat in a circular motion every 24 stops, and
I can hear it tick and tock
In the morning the sun rises, and at night it falls
How does it sound when a heart breaks?
Does it bang like the sudden blast
of a forgotten land mine
ripping the flesh of an unfortunate animal?
Pull the sheet over my head;
and let me rest here.
I peeled my face off the mirror
and threw the crimson stone