The Show

Words and images burn and blurr, in and out of focus with tints of red to stain the edges. Inside something or someone screams is still screaming, angry soulless banshee as the heartbeat quickens unused, built up adrenaline. Revenge burns the image in the mind, breath comes short, teeth grind together, pressure pressure it builds and builds and builds and builds until outside the body must retaliate must relieve it. Silver slices quick and white until it to tints and stains into a dripping red, hot like the anger a slow bleed out process. Built up tension, built up anger, built up so much inside until now, it slowly trickles away unsaid and unheard and inside we collapse against the cage of our mind. Cages built to keep it in and she is left to slip between the bars, must keep the show going get up, clean up the blood, push back down the wrist guard, and roll down the sleeve. Rough fabric, sensitive skin and I will be left waiting in this cage, all secrets safe the show will go on of the two person masquerade.