Tuesdays Slice of Life
I could cry diamonds
and still no one would notice my tears.
I could write like the legends
and still no one could decipher my fears.
I was just floating in the wind
when everyone else was playing for keeps.
My body filleted and skinned
in the nightmares awake or asleep.
I can't focus anymore with these thoughts
racing and crashing against my mind.
Sick of the author writing these plots.
Plots where I am the villain designed.
How much longer can I preserve this snow
as it's melting, dripping down my arms.
I wasn't aware this was a game show.
100 points for every day unharmed.
Just one word, seemingly innocuous,
stirs hell's fires that lurk in my veins.
And all my struggle is suddenly worthless,
as the disease adorns its crown, and reigns.
Hopelessness is all too familiar a companion.
It pretends to soothe while instead it riles.
Dressed as a friend, underneath another demon.
Sticking a knife in your back as it smiles.
Even in the ceasefire, I am on watch.
I shall sleep with my eyes open and piercing.
Pray my skin does not receive another notch.
My heart keeps me awake with its aching.
My weapons look frail and fragile against steel.
They are just paper but what a powerful thing!
It transforms into books, paintings, poems, all which feel.
It will bandage my wounds and make me wings.