Sslippery Flooor

longing for a drop of rain to wash all the dirt away from my face
from my soul
a tiny drop of rain will shatter all the lethargy that's been eating the brain
all seem to be dark
not the darkness that I long for
not blindness
not music
not even the smoke of a screaming train
a kind of darkness that you must throw up to free your stomach from a moving sneering crow that flutters deep inside you and escapes from your eyes and leaves you bleeding.
it's so dark that it's white
so silent that it's buzzing
how I wish for a cup of sleep with too much sugar
and a bottle of poison or wine with no brand on it
the silence is ripping off my heart, my lungs, my throat
my ears are on the floor
bleeding but running away from my head
they mock me and run away with their tiny red feet
my fingers are dry and skinny with no nails on them
they drop one after another on the red, cold and slippery floor
they follow my feet in search of their nails
and I am left mutely screaming in silence
mutely screaming in silence
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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March 20, 2013 at 9:38 PM
I really don't know what to say to this. It almost gave me chills, but at the same time I wonder what kind of person can come up with this? It's so utterly disturbing... slippery body parts with little red feet? Makes me think of someone very, VERY badly hallucinating. I'm morbidly curious to read more...
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March 29, 2013 at 6:18 AM
it is disturbing but mostly it's not literal. it's the feeling that cries to be said and when the feeling is not something normal the words and the images twist themselves into something beyond disturbing. it's not about every day happening, it's more about one momentary stifling feeling that may pass in one second but worth expressing. thanks for your comment my friend.
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