She loves him madly, where does she start?
Limb from limb, she pulls hims apart.
She wonders why he cries, bless his heart.
A smile crosses her lips, his silence screaming, stop.
She remembers, fields of green, joy, glee
She remembers, laughing, lightness, carefree,
She remembers skipping through woods and trees,
and how it all came to an end, the birds, the bees.
Life carved out its impression on everything,
Hands flying, innocence dying, lightness bleeds, bleeding
Trampling over words that could not carry
Muffled emotions - dreams dripping off the edge, seep slowly, seeping.
The children inside her, fell off their playground rides,
Observed their blue skies above demise,
Reality - approached shard like to her throat,
Childhood delivered - with a ransom note.
Henna crushed - colours emerging a darker tone,
Emotions flushed - flesh turning to stone.
Deciple now the priest - takes the pulpit - preach,
Souls arrive - moths to a flame - they meet.
He remembers days of everything; now distant,
He remembers, belonging, security; he remembers trust,
He remembered the way she held him, enveloping, womb,
and how it all came to and end, crashing metal, wheels, tomb.
Lost, scavenging for something to fill the vaccum,
pillar to post, conquest then atone, with them, but alone,
terrified - clinging to love - running towards every kindly glance,
Like a wave, crashing, backwards march.
Heart like glass, broken, mended, so many times,
Teenage dreams crushed, resurrected as they opined.
Self worth, worthless, cheap human roams expensive street,
A soldier in need of rufuge - they meet.
Days lost, future is post, the past is set aside,
two missiles, unguided, their paths collide,
explosions repairing damaged walls,
unsteady foundations, destined to fall.
She walks the precipice; clinging; edge
Too far to fall, memories, dredge.
Rationing herself, crumbs strewn across surface,
Epitaph carving its way slowly up ediface.
His being existing only to serve her.
Embryonic, the world a distant hum, slumber.
The future is irrelevant, only the here, only the now;
Lifting her, feet barely touching ground.
She loves him madly, he fills her gaps as they appear,
He tiptoes across all her traps, all her fears.
Expectantly, she lies in wait for him to fail,
Dagger drawn, bowstring pulled, arrows ready to sail.
In her toy cupboard, he lives unwittingly in paradise
Pulls him out when shes lonely, at what price?
Happy to be played with - blind broken toy,
Hes found his purpose, joy of a broken boy.
She loves him madly, where does she start?
Limb from limb, she pulls him apart.
She wonders why he cries, bless his heart.
A smile crosses her lips, his silence screaming, stop.
Cruel satisfaction, delight, violence enbalming wounds,
Madnesses escaping, they see light, all scurrying through
She strikes the final blow, silence, her storms subside,
Her oceans calm, skies clear, sands smooth, emerge from tides
Life seeps out of him, in gentle wisps,
Breath slowly receeding, soul dissapating to mist,
His heart captures its last image of her,
His eyes close, he's leaving, hes gone; forever.
Lifeless in her trembling hands, his pieces decorate her floor
Helpless, numb, sterile, un-concatenated, no.
Fury unleashed, reduces God to a cinder,
The promise of spring, folds into barren winter.
Innocent tears, traverse lifetimes, across her face,
On the roadside, holding broken toy, the shapes her fingers trace,
Hitching a ride, another destination, another life, another hope,
Car stops, heart flutters, she runs hard, her and her dreams elope.
Door slams shut, tyres squeal, shes gone,
but shes left something behind, somethings wrong,
Catches a glimpse in the rear view mirror,
Her toy lying in pieces by the roadside, she considers stopping, she doesn't.
©j4dyd2014
