ive been running in my sleep..... tired of running in this self inflicted hell ...devil’s hands small girl hands the drunken rape of her touching the soul us that is her innocent sin greed breeding warm touch on our cold hearts hands that are our own to take our love, our god, my child devil eyes? to our own... but rather she is but an open book a lore past fortelling this war stop her... from running blind into the black and white spaces walls... into the hole that is her mind black grins on her shut lids "oh lord; great blind hatred, almighty fear" …truth? i have betrayed you, my god no apologies I have forgotten…the whole in these walls where questions go unanswered hears the ocean in blood drips of red on white carpet floors never stops ticking thump...thump...thump somewhere I cannot stand an hourglass struck a million bits of sand falling back into body... into the burn of my feet where the faces look the same a moment of infinity but relief for us is in the waters... and the light is calling on the crest falling with the tide questioning breath where the the answers speak in waves but i wont be swept back to shore no, not back to earth, where she takes saftey on hot unforgiving sands with water filled lungs she fears us i won’t go back...not to you...alone...naiive...scared child and with each sweep we take her innocence innocent breath she is growing old.. quiet now weary woman… wake up...walk alone.
