Her Unphotographable Madness

 

“Knock-knock”

“Who’s there?”

“Why”

“Why who?”

“Why me out of so many others?”

  

here I stand

posessed

alone

as walls collaps all around

and all the way through

I’m turning further away from the world

not knowing who

or how

to ask for help

never have I been more scared

of myself

as I am today

and so should you

if you aren’t already

cold knifes in my left and right hand

because I’m both mad and ambidextrous

eyes turning red

I whisper “I love you”

as I watch you die

and don’t feel absolutely anything

eyes open

your head slowly falling on the side

on my chest

in my arms

I know exactly what evil feels like

because I’m it

the taste of disfigured emotions fills my mouth

and I spit.

might be a monster

crawling up

or ghosts from the past coming back to haunt me –

because I am both neurotic and a cliché

as always

I’m only talking to myself

hearing high pitched screams at midnight

in perfect silence

and how good it feels to know

there will be no one there to hear yours

ever

again.

I know exactly what it feels like to be cursed with demons that slaughter

and kill

whatever is left of the light in you

until there’s nothing left

so they leave you with nothing

but unphotographable blackness and

maggots

rotting

 

still

I know exactly what Hell is because I am going through it

and I’m taking you there with me

tonight.

Now open up the door, will you?

 

No name dress

Indian shawl

Meli-Melo bag

No name necklace

Green Eyed Kisses,