Questioning
By bedazzled •
I'm questioning here,
chasing half-formed wonderings
around the white noise
and tangling on every negative.
How do I seperate
my arteries
from yours?
I feel my ribs splinter,
feel my lungs cave in
under your hold.
Ash in my veins.
Fire, fire.
There is no escape route,
there is no way out,
there is no running.
No,
not this time.
I have surrendered,
I have collapsed.
Weak-kneed, I lie at your feet
and gasp with love.
And yet
no one knows.
My skull fractures,
shards pierce my eyes.
I can't hold the weight
of these lies.
Can't bear the pressure
of this betrayal,
this dirty deceit.
I am not the person
I used to be.
In the cocoon of our world
your kiss morphed me
into something seemingly beautiful
but quietly poisonous.
Its life span
a cold promise.
I am sorry
if I start to drift
between the frequencies.
To fade with the static,
to hide within the volumes.
But I am here,
questioning.