The Art, in Breaking Hearts

Mocking Bird Down

Corazone 2

I bled, bright red
today.
I gripped the wound,
and the warmth
of the blood that pulsed
past my fingers and
ran across my breasts
onto the floor,
was a vivid
reminder.
I never was in control.
I was merely caught
off guard, and propelled
into a motion, not unlike
a speeding train.
Or falling plane.
No emergency brakes, when
it is actually an emergency.
No warning signs, seat belts.
helmets or knee pads.
No fucking parachutes.
Just the stomach churning slam,
and the knowledge that when you
open your eyes again,
nothing will be the same.
Not ever again.

View original post

Nod if you Understand

Mocking Bird Down

Listless,
Restless,
Benign and numb.
Heavy hearted.
Detached.
Unlatched.
Falling.
Resisting.
Insisting,
on enlisting
every emotion
already in motion,
to paint pictures.
Join the dots
On what I have lost.
Or, what I gave up.
Say something.
Moan.
Groan, anything
to show me
that this
isnt
permanent.

View original post