I wrote this two days ago. I hope it reaches someone out there.
Rip away innocence with sandpaper hands and metal teeth.
Speaking in tongues, babbling.
Razorblade words,"Shut up, shut up, shut up,
quiet, quiet, quiet."
Childlike, trying to catch a daydream.
Squeeze a free-flowing flower into dirt.
Please God, let this be over. Let soft thoughts caress this disconnected body and soul. Give me wings where I have arms. So I can take flight and fly into the night. I'm imprisoned within this half-eaten flesh.
Are not evil.
Are a vampire.
Oh no, the walls are closing in.Run, Chris, run!!!
But I cannot move.Then play dead, Chris, play dead.
And everyday since, I hear your heards in my head.
"Shut Up, Shut Up, Shut Up, Quiet, Quiet, Quiet."
Will I ever be clean again?
Where does my new story begin?