Caught somewhere between this world and the next
unable to move or even scream
yet my body moves fluidly through motions
of everyday life.
Hand in hand, it burns the soul
suppress the scream with your arm
resting upon my shoulder.
Within this crape-paper coffin
hidden crystals slide down invisible cheeks.
close dead eyes upon a crimson scene,
emotions slowly ripping the stitching of flesh.
Unheard screams locked within a led-iron box,
see past ivory words
to find the reality trapped beneath.
Distorted fairy tales and nursery rhymes,
Cinderella slit her wrists,
“hush little baby, mommy took your knife.”
Fall back against a sea of blood
happily drown beneath the granite waves.
Unwanted breathing slows
the rhythm fades. . .