poeticwriter007

 The door is shut, but I still see through it. I know the happenings, and I know the secret, and I never want to go home. Love is obsolete, life is obsolete, and I have not been numbed yet. Your hands spread over my body with a lust not inspired by me, and it makes me vomit. I’m violated and raped all together with consent. I know your secret, I know your thoughts; they hurt me, and you’re so ignorant. Your pride and selfishness expects so much from me, and if I do not fulfill, if I do not back down, you question your love for me. I walk on shards of glass, but you do not stop to carry me across. I left it all and gave it all

 I was flooded by all that life had just thrown my way, and I felt as though I were the only person in the world. I stood in the inner city mall starring up at what seemed like the biggest escalator of my life, like it somehow represented my ominous fate: life as it would become since he died. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of loneliness, the taste of salt water nearly as real as the saliva sliding down my throat in a nervous effort to drench the flames of rage that have been burning inside me since the fire took everything I had, including the love of my life.