As I am and no less.
i. from the blind spot your kaleidoscopic splendor unravels, where my world once black and blacker now commits moral blasphemy on its most unholy day. Soiled lace in a sepulchre confessional, the death of Spring is ushered in with the scent of daisies and fornication.ii. midsummer lust lays bare and propped, your glazed roast on a sarcophagus platter. How the depraved cry like milk starved babies but lay humbled in their graves; crushed underfoot by the sheer nudity of an inexplicable carnal voraciousness.iii. the lipstick smeared across your soulful portrait harks back to the ocean of poppies you were found in; snagging Opium kisses and chasing your inner fears back into the throat of night. Choking in this fever dream, you swallowed my tongue.iv. the frost has draped its ruthless shawl over my shoulders as your afterglow leaps from my gaping bedroom window. I lay ensnared in anaconda linen, sweating out the grave words of a Winter that would ensure I never see your Spring time bloom again.©suture
It begins with a pin prick. A dainty divot for your world to filter through.Before you know it, you're bleeding rainbows and making death cower like a frightened pup.Now the tethers of yesterday are melting into the smile of your vibrant morning.©suture
Bedaubed and besmirched in your filth can't wash this out, can't save myself.Swinging from the raftersof your penitentiary womb, by an umbilical noose.Cast me out, please cut me loose.©suture
For the first time,in the years I havebeen weathered by,I was weightless.Free of burdenthat wicked boulderonce strappedto my aching back.Sheltered beneathyour black wing,I followed youall the way home.My homecomingheralded by cacophonyan ocean of armsa chorus of screams.You pressed the poisonto my parched lipspromising paradisein our new homestead.Only to be greetedby a rude awakeningthat snaps me backto this plane.Wistfully nowI spend the moonlightcursing the Sunand waiting...Waiting for youto prowl like a catand make my sleepmuch longer next time.©suture
It felt so natural, so wrong yet so right. Only when you are suffering, do you know such twisted delight.
My tranquility is rapedand its solemn tears I cryin agony I am drapedthere's no hope for you nor I.The laughter never ceasesechoing loudly insidea thousand shattered piecesmy identity has died.A puppet usurps my placeenveloped within my skinthe mask replaces the faceleaves me buried deep within.A prison of flesh and boneenslaved to breath and heartbeatI am trapped here all aloneshackled to hate and defeat.©suture
sadness, pain, anxiety, fear
CrisscrossingIntersectingwoven in silkthese suturesof sorrowsnare and subduethe fleetfootedfearful fleeingI soughtto pitterpatterlike a mouseon floorboardsinto the shellof wistful darkI call home.©suture