Memories down a broken lane.

Remembering, all those days,

And the dark nights,

The cold, and the wet.

The pain that has been caused,

And the webs that have been wove.

That small child.  I watch her.  

She lays quietly, as she shakes and

Shivers in the bleak and dainty reality. 

Fingers grip, at young, tender skin; she grasps for

Something within her.  Something to save her, perhaps,

From the wondering, grasping nightmare. 

The child is weak.

She bleeds her remaining strength. 

A war descending upon such a tender offspring is cruel, heartless; evil. 

She sat up, from her dreams; awakened in meek light by pain and a lump in her throat.  Tired muscles made small spasms as she attempted to control her body, curling up into a ball, protecting her soul from the sins of another.  Dry eyes found small blessings of tears as they rolled across her pale face and down her chest, gently soothing her wounds.  A slight release from the hurt he had thrust upon her. 

Barriers broke... crumbled;

Falling from on high,

Tumbling to the dust in the ground. 

Debris clamed up

About her feet

The destruction caused;

Unacceptable, incompatible.

I am stronger now. 

She cradles her heart,

I am stronger now. 

Hides it away,

I am stronger now. 

Lock and key... 

Reading the leather book...

Scratching, tearing, ripping, shredding,

Can’t put pen to paper.

Scratching, tearing ripping, shredding,

Claws grasping at fabric and skin.

Falling, tumbling, breaking, snapping,

Limb from limb – destroy.

Falling, tumbling, breaking, snapping,

The flesh is growing weaker.

Waiting, bleeding, breathing, reading,

For the words to come and go.

Waiting, bleeding, breathing, reading,

“the day may fade away”

Teenage dream;

You cut me deep. 

Then you poured in salt

And ground in lemons. 

I felt weak. I was weak;

Because of you. 

You rubbed your acidic fingers

Into my sours

You pulled at my flesh...

And the blood that beat

About my heart. 

Now you come back

As the scars are

Barely visible

Yet you pull at

The stitches

The skin

The strings you

Once knew

You start to nestle

Deep, on the surface,

As of yet

But still you try

You rummage with

Such ease

To find the things

That will;

Let me

Let you

In.  Again.

Continental

Adoration; an honest yet overwhelming state,

How can I accept such an honest gift,

When I am so... impure?

Your beautiful words, touch me; small blessings

Eyes of curiosity beat deep within me; intense

I want to hide

And cower away

From all I cannot face

I am strong and I hold a wall

The front of a shinning shield

One sword,

One thing only,

Can withstand my might;

The heart that of another,

Emotions pure and fresh.

It scares me, and I shake right

Through, chills through to,

My bone.