The Awakening
Blade so thin
you don't feel it slice,
until it's carving away a piece of you.
With every millimeter
exposed to air
new agonizing pain,
as if someone is stabbing a needle into your
over and over and over and over,
til there is but only your existence and pain,
the only sensation left to you.
My back grows wet,
and my ears are abused
by the sickly,
almost slurping like sound
of my skin leaving my body
and his staggered breath.
Every downward slice
stealing another piece of my innocence,
my perceptions,
my personality,
my being,
my soul.
By now my underwear
are soaked in my blood,
and urine runs down my leg.
"Momma ain't coming to save to save you boy."
And it don't matter how many ways
your dad know how to kill
he ain't stopping this.
By now I can feel the my pant legs
sticking to my skin
and as every dead leaf
crunches I realize
that I can't scream anymore
and the pathetic cackling calls for mommy
are actually coming from my throat.
As my shoes puddle up with my blood
and my ears are assaulted
by the grizzly sound of nothingness
I feel the darkness seep into my bones,
and as the chill grips me
in its sweet embrace
I know there is nothing,
shall be nothing,
and I am created of nothing
for my tears dried up long ago.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2017
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