What are we
If not slaves to this
This feeling inside
Twisting,
Turning,
Driving inward like a knife
Or a bitter blade
A bitter, false blade
A bitter, sweet blade
Like a smile
Like a smile so bright that you know
It isn’t true
Too bright
Too real
Too unreal
Too fake
Is it because of the white?
The white in your teeth
That proves you must
Be a liar?
Not just any liar
But one without truth
To you
One without the nerve
To tell anything
anything
anything,
but lies.
screeching
shouting
reflected noise back
To the edge of my awareness
to the forefront of my mind.
crying
sobbing
losing my tactic
at my own game
in my own space
in my own nothing
i am a bitter blade
a bitter, false blade
a bitter, sweet blade
dull now
from use
from being used
over
and
over
and
over
again
and
again
and
again.
tumble with me down
to the edge from beyond
to the edge of my nothing
tumble with me down
to the edge of my heart
to the edge of my self
to the edge of me.
i am a bitter blade
a bittersweet blade
with a false, bitter edge
hiding
behind
my bitter,
false
smile.
i would rather cut
myself
in
two
than be lonely
like this
forever.
—
©2013 Sam Oliver (Eris)
—-
YO. Three stories in the works. Love atcha. Eris out.
(story, news, story, news, story)
-Eris
