Ode to myself from an alternative state of messed-up-in-the-head.

Once-upon-a-times and happily-ever-afters

Poisoned my childhood dreams and they

Mutated into delusions, a dark dream and a handful

Of pins. I tried to escape you,

But you tangled your threads of obsession into

The delicate reel of my paper-thin persona.


A rusted razor-blade, some scars

All stitched up with masking tape and

Protective lies.

The truth would let you slip in

To my world, through the wounds I hid from you.

Tangled in me, two minds entwined, wire and coarse

Black thread.


I am dead

On the inside, but you say it's just a phase.

Part-manic but still desperately

Starving, trying to be like your fantasies

Of slim and scarless, heartless women.

I see you in my starless eyes.

You hurt me, but you're still

The face of christ to me.



The End

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