From The Confines of my Room.

Caged. Blinded. Maimed. Throttled. Deprived. Desperate. Dreary days, Nocturnal nights. Hooded heads, hushed voices. Silver lights, silenced hues. Creaking slits. Penciled patterns. Patent leather.  Patent parcels. Patent pieces of a lost little heart. Sweet lost and founds. Pearls of wisdom. Parts of retribution. Parts of a tainted faith. Some untold, some foretold. Colorless loss. Dreamt dread. Hurried heart beats. Impulsive. Angsty Anger. Acts of passion. Furious feuds. Love under shrouded mystery. Doubt under sheets of guilt. Loss under waves of laughter. Misery masked under someone's labor.

Late evening light. Brown sugar highlights in my hair. Lacy fingers across the strands. Pale white. Part Colored in death. Part colored in life. Lettuce legs. Splayed across the sheets. Limp. Light. Lying. Partly letting go. Partly holding on. Nicotine breath. Charred lips. Smeared smiles. Poison. Drugging death daily. Shallow strength. Silk skins. Superficial little stomach. Slender curves. Along the stretched limbs, bent back and bitter breasts. Closed calluses. Abysmal mass. Brittle cages. Burlesque back. Conceited caress. Corroding carcass.

Dainty little dress. Knotted together. Strewn onto the floor. Silent little ambush. Remnants of a rebellion. A Battle fought, Pierced hearts, Ships burned. Silent sirens. Part of a past. Part of a lost tale. Parts long forgotten, long abondaned.