The Abortion of Mira

Let’s go back, 

to the time we had the world in a room.

When the soft light coming from the streetlamp outside

told more than your silence did"your eyes fluid all over shattered glass.

The journal said you loved me: Paradise of Lancôme and city smoke.

You’d miss my skin forever and

how I felt. Imagine yourself looking at the marks across my a*s,

Snowflakes glisten on my breasts.

You disgusted me for having those until you saw how

your fingers buried into each as if my

marks were your print. You found an empire.

My body was a continent.

I threatened you.I was a thousand of things.

My routine,your paranoia.

If the heart was jaded inside the mind, the poison of 

one proved lethal to the other...

I was cruel. The clot on my mouth proved

it a hard blow to you. The flame glowed on:

Ashes were all we're headed for. For the last time

we made sense in the fire of wood and stones.

I broke a wing for you were gone.

I lost you when you burst your lungs.

Let’s go back,

in this room where I’ve ended one world.

Where time gave the impression of being still…

I twisted when my body expelled the last tumors.

Drifted in the stagnant blue, I rolled onto my face and fell. 

The deep water had become the sky. My body 

was plummeting like satellite debris spiraling down to earth, except I was not in flame. 

Salt and ice had begun to take over.

Author's Note

I'd appreciate the feedback. It would really help me a lot. I just want to know if somehow I successfully captured something that runs beneath the surface in words and images.

Reviews

[Quill]

wow, pretty sad story, but calming in a way, powerful stuff