The child that never came
sits in the room corner of my subconscious
Soot layers of maternal inclination coat the weathered chair
Stagnant air surrounds
with barren stillness
His curled fingers clutch at bare knees
from endless play lie at his feet
His calm stare has stopped asking ‘when’
My eyes once again downcast
Not this time
via Daily Prompt: Notorious
Oh notoriously noxious nettle
you nitrogen needing nuisance
nibbling at my navicular.
Trichome tendrils talus teasing
stinging my bare ankled pride.
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Shall I undo all the memories of you?
As a magician might hypnotize an audience member.
Throw a dark cloak and obscure every moment,
every falsehood uttered
Then pull my white rabbit heart from a top hat.
Yes I would volunteer to stand centre stage,
Spotlight on my pain
Be sawed into halves, or infinite pieces
However long it takes
Numbed to the teeth rasping back and forth.
(Insert audience gasp)
Just to be free of you.
When an empath encounters a narcissist, the former could well do with a magician to erase the whole miserable encounter. No rabbits were harmed during this act.
Image courtesy of American Museum of Magic.
via Daily Prompt: Precipice
Clutching arm to arm
I promise a stunning view
and reassuring every foot fall
our confidence renews
But the trail is tortuously changed
Or my memory of it so
weathered over time
I know not which way to go
My promise of the edge of forever
Gives way to the edge of never
Risk of falling inevitable
My child face rests upon your lap
Fingers threading knotted hair
Innocence gently reassures
Gentle mother, be always there
Yet, you are but a half of me
And despite pride of pedigree
I travel far from your ever warm
And as a seed lost to the breeze
The years they pass with illusory ease
Thoughts of return lessen still
Knowing true I never will
Sometimes in sleep
Twisting in restless heat, I unfurl
The stitches separate and detritus foams
Metal filaments from the knife glistening in the dawn light
Mixed in warm crimson damp
I am only part healed
your rusted blade still sharp
This cruel sport of blood letting
my fingerprints with yours as we grasped the weapon