Parallel Lives

Needles are nothing.  Pierce my heart with your blade and I might wake up to watch.  I feel it.  There’s just no pain.  Not yet.  You’re trying to sew strings and make me your marionette?  Proving to be more difficult than you expected...the string turns pieces of me to dust; before, there was at least the outline of a hollow heart.  You are making only a hollow vessel instead.  Shadows will take my place, standing where you tried to tie me into pieces for you.   Is it ownership you want?  Or just a new way to stay entertained, when needed.  It won’t dance for you; it certainly won’t sing.  Just what is it that you want it to do?  Empty veins won’t drown the noise when nothing spills from inside.  Detonating them open won’t allow you to swallow your screams in my blood.  I. am. empty. One eye opened for you, that is all.  Mostly from suspicion and expectant malice.  That you will find inside....

  Walk Long...for you, by me. Once, there was a time when innocence reigned like droplets of water falling from the skies, washing away the mire from our eyes. On parallel streets, walking parallel directions, two children played with hope in their hearts, waiting for love to take its place. While walking along in these parallel lives, a rock thrown, a knee scraped, and a cry of loneliness seemingly go unheard. The children grew, mostly under the stars, ashamed of public view. Inside their chest a rot had formed from negligence and misuse. They hadn’t known that without love, they too could turn so cruel. The sun began to provide them pain, the streets ran empty when their feet were mobile, and alone they sought respite in the shadows of themselves. Cold, it didn’t nip at them; heat, it didn’t sway their movement seeking shade. Wind only evened their eyesight with others as dust and dirt erupted into the sight of strangers. Storms drowned the peace around them to make them feel at ...