Telltale Poem by Katerina Val

Stuck
between the poisoned grey trees
the poison flows inside their rings
if I cut them in two
I can see their rings
the telltale of the time
spent

Enriched
with poison
grey mixed with red poison flowing
I am one step ahead
of the storyteller
but still I am left behind
the poison binds me
and creates my skin
defines my blood
and trusses my tissues
my disaster
such a chatter
I cannot stand
I cannot even sit
to rest

for my sit
is enriched with thorns

Pained
by the shocking originality of the thorns
I touched
of the nails that pinched me
pressed me, reached me, penetrated me
made me
haunted me
hurt me
took out a scream of me
but did not left a single dropp of blood flow(drip) out of me
did not give me the right to bleed
they made my cut dry up
before it even finds time
to bleed

for they want me to sleep
on a straw bed
implanted with thorns
that grow into nails

And then I had a trauma
a telltale of my drama
a fairytale for a bitter surly prince
I heard it being recited to me as I was deepening in the comma
of my fake reality
of what I thought reality felt like
now I see my thoughts were blind
my straw bed was sinking in the nails
and my bedtime stories touched me
as the fake me, had already melt
under the heat of wasted time
of my wasted, lonely mind

but I do not know any real me
for what I know so far
was stuck among the nails I built

and then they saw me
so the telltale had to throw me
in the lions
to give my secret away
so that I would lose my way
did I have a real one?
did I ever have a real way?

For now it is my time to betray
me

Bitter
of everything that is
for all that's nothing, it can never be
Bitter for all the times
the telltale put his faith in me
and I had to walk towards paradise
the telltale gave his blessing to me
and I had to pass through the gates of paradise
just to prove he was not right
to prove that
all the truths are sharp
so should I want to really breathe
I should lie
for once.