Your word: a cutting edge
is this, a knife is that.
The risk is internal
and eerie. This might mean
the heart: unrest, uncoil, unease
stifles a cry of help.
Power imbalance: a game of blame and shame—
with eyes shut,
A war of tortuous double thinking…
Terrible has become normal. what reign of terror is this? words scarier than swords.
and I clasp the sharp edges:
it cuts, it was deep. The monster likes
to see me bleeding.
This pathetic girl- beast
told me: your wretched-smile
is very lovely.
took me by the arm
angelic, he broke my bone.
Flightless, limbless – he cradled me.
A fallen flower.
horrible, worthless, demoralized.
Me. The monster. The cliff. The wind, a light feather, gravity The hands, the pushover.
The fall, a crime of sinister the audience weep and applaud: but none stood up to identify the monster and report.
The monster mastered that fear is internal to the self,
makes masks of drama-
wipes the spilled blood and cries.
The monster: I will defy him. I will unleash my Superpower I can see the light… My eyes open, opened.