About sexual abuse |
Starlight flickers in hallowed cheeks; the stench of saliva rich in the air as the chill escapes from naked flesh. The one to blame hides behind a comedy mask and the bones of victims are plucked by insects and nightmares. When love becomes murder with beauty, in a look at heaven and broken eyes scrape the ceiling to escape. Reality fades into folds of fiction; a mental fortress; in solitude with bodies joined in cold fission. The empty skin on a frame of broken bones and sinews of tar and ash; the beauty of taking lives and names. Real life becomes distorted with every raindrop. Staples and pins define suicide to the imbecile; the gasoline meets flame and the world trembles in dismay. A lullaby under a wooden roof; knees scared and splintered in passion. When seasons change and you exhale; footsteps echo on the icy gravel and the howls of animals coincide with the sugar and salt. Skipping tracks but the music stays the same; a merry-go-round of show-tunes that play in the scenes of self-destruction. Another night, the same nightmare; pity and hate on repeat and the memory made fresh every waking moment. Carving names into skin and bone; the blood doesn't stain the carpet because dead flesh doesn't bleed. Breathing stops when the heart refuses to pump but the lips still form vocal scars. Hate vibrates the air as the rock bruises pale flesh in an attempt of violence. With IV drips and scarlet scars and smoke betraying fortitude. Dance and laugh around the hospital bed; you can only guess what the morning brings and darkness fades away. And only the good die young; or so the radio says; dream of escape that goes ignored, it's hard to foster anger when kisses fall freely on protesting lips. It's not running away when collision is a happy moment; when talk stops - all the laughter in the world couldn't make it stop. |