| Faceless Angel |
[06 Aug 2009|02:29am] |
A faceless angel stabbed her in the neck
With a pair of silver shears, and all
Her blood, aflame, rushed out to meet
His thrust with joyous screams and so
They cried so loud that everyone
From miles and miles around
Could hear its joy, could hear its song and now
As it poured out on the floor
The angel then threw back his head
And let loose his ringing laugh
He opened up those shears now to spread
The wide gash wider still, and so
His cutting blades were jammed far back
To give her spine a taste of air
It was a murder of indecency
A killing for a thrill, it was
Ridiculous how they heard him laugh
And thought it was a joke and so
They stopped their efforts to save her then
And let her veins run dry
And so the angel laid her on the ground
To cover her face, now pale
With a linen cloth, so soft and white
Like the skin upon her arms
That burned in darkness with its lines
Of brightness in the gloom, it was
The intensity of emotion locked
And trapped beneath the skin, she had
Opened up her arms to put
Her emotions deep within and so
Now they look down at her face
Still and smooth and calm
And they reflect on how she seemed so nice
How long had this gone on? They saw
The silver shears protrude from her neck
Like a grim accessory
They chalked it up to their indifference
And buried her beneath
Their feet, the roots of growing grass
In a box made pointlessly of wood
And it was pointlessly lined with silk and down
To cradle her while she sleeps
And in a note they found lying by her hand
They obeyed her dying wish and so
She was buried with the shears stuck deep
And crusted with her blood.
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| The Dam |
[06 Aug 2009|02:27am] |
When finally the dam does break
All earth will be scoured away
In a furious and destructive tide
And in those waters we all must drown
And be left a bloated corpse
Swollen and flyblown.
Crying won't help you
Praying won't help you
No sacrifice of blood or innocence
But our hands join anyways.
The scars stand out, livid, from pale skin
Each bold line in white telling a story
Speaking its verse mutely
Blank and oblivious.
A net of scrawling pain
With new red verses interrupting.
When the dam does break,
Who will be there beside me?
Will you be the first to drown
Holding tightly my hands to try vainly to keep us together
As the tide, the water, crushes us and pulls us apart?
I sigh to think
Not.
When the dam does break
I will be left to face the rushing wall of water
Slate grey, cold and stony, unforgiving
It will crush me, peel away the skin
And strip me of every defense
These spines that I have grown
And the somber silence I have cultivated
In this lifetime
Crossing the stars and damning the sky
In secret voices that only I can name
Secret now to keep me silent
To save me from myself.
And now, inevitably, you will turn from me.
Go, then, if you will
It's no matter to me.
Show me no words stricken from the skin
Engraved there in a pale form, the legend
But I Do Care
Written in not your, but my blood
Taken from my veins and put to brutal use
And is it foolish to say that once
I thought you could cure it all?
Could take the pain and tangle the fragile threads
We pull from this "grand tapestry"
Wound around our fingers as we follow
Pulling to find its origin
And pursuing until the delicate threads snap,
Break, and come apart
Like that all-important holding wall
And when that wall does break
Giving way to spill its captive oceans
So must I break as well
Shatter into a thousand pieces
Crushed by the furious tide of
Water; Ocean; Emotion
Strong and unforgiving
With no ear to prayer
With no ear to cries
With no love or hate
Or sympathy or fear
With no sadness over my passing
Unknowing my name
Knowing only that now,
Now I must die.
And before it I still stand alone
No high ground for me to retreat to
No man to help me to the top of the mountains
No woman to shelter me with her arms
No port in this storm.
I can only raise my arms
Broken, lacerated by time and tide
Up, up, higher
Screaming, bleeding, to beg the dam
Hold, hold, longer
Begging for just a little longer
Reaching with hands that grasp blindly, I,
Small, childish and alone
Can ask only this:
Kill me mercifully.
There can be no hope for the ones who face the tide
Broken, bruised, and now facing their death
Watching the furious, grey tide
Swell, grow, and finally now
Overcome.
Show me the way to forgive the tide
Show me the way to love my death
Show me, now, a reason to run
And show me a way to escape it
This tide of emotion that promises to
Drown even as it crushes me
If I should grow wings to bear me away
They would only let me fall.
When the dam does break,
I see that I
Only I
Yes, only I...
Will meet it
And when the dam finally gives way
My arms will be thrown open wide
Embracing the blackness
And closing my eyes, expecting always
To open them once again
And see the faces of the ones who left me here
To be drowned, to die
And I will die speaking their names
And when the waters recede
There can be only a scoured, useless floodplain
Sickly and infertile, scorched by a harsh sun
That beats down upon a pale body
That died with a name in its mouth.
A crow picks it out, and flies away.
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