Today is a mirror of its own self
I protest, cigarette stubbed into hand
Driving late at night
the guilt flows from my veins
blood oozing from wrists
slashed open through wires
of change-less-ness
I stand, mid-road, naked
cars pass, their lights on high beam,
unaware, unresponsive.
Thrown stripped from a bus
I lie-
mangled and manhandled.
My cry is a savagery
released into the night that
does not stop, does not have time
to care.
I rest my case, my body.
In death, there is no peace,
no protection from vengeance that
rots like my bones, my skin.
'Fearless' they name me
and yet I am scared
of passing into another realm,
outside of memory, and consciousness-
conscience hardly applicable anymore.
I refuse to be pleased
with the outrage, immodest still
with my last breath.
The ceasing of my speech
is when you cease to notice.
I protest, cigarette stubbed into hand
Driving late at night
the guilt flows from my veins
blood oozing from wrists
slashed open through wires
of change-less-ness
I stand, mid-road, naked
cars pass, their lights on high beam,
unaware, unresponsive.
Thrown stripped from a bus
I lie-
mangled and manhandled.
My cry is a savagery
released into the night that
does not stop, does not have time
to care.
I rest my case, my body.
In death, there is no peace,
no protection from vengeance that
rots like my bones, my skin.
'Fearless' they name me
and yet I am scared
of passing into another realm,
outside of memory, and consciousness-
conscience hardly applicable anymore.
I refuse to be pleased
with the outrage, immodest still
with my last breath.
The ceasing of my speech
is when you cease to notice.
So much darkness ..
ReplyDeleteI fear to whisper
So much anger and so much madness
I pray to see the light of the day.....
Let me live unknown
For you will know me ... For you will find me ...