My Screaming, Smeared, Across the Front Door.

He suffocated me, my eyes bulged...

tears and pleading and my hands were

stuck

on the front door, I wondered

just how pretty I looked then.

Thumbprints dressed themselves in sunlight, they screamed too loudly for me to hear

 

and their words were lost in the shadows I cast

the darkness I wrapped around walls in an attempt

 

to survive.

I dialed the numbers at 3 a.m.

I grasped onto advice with my one working hand, I bit my lip and trembled, deciding upon words and whispering the secrets that

mothers keep

but I slipped with a strand of hair, graying with time, and forgot

to whimper

as my smile lied

as I loved the way he interrupted me.

The pianos are taunting me, childhood rooms where lights were never bright enough...

I studied the walls at

3 a.m.

and mocked the shadows who danced uncertainly across my ceiling,

the cobwebs resembled my hair

that day

and I'm now sticking to him, thighs sweaty and my brain

confused.

 

His hands are calloused, his nails are bitten and my teeth

never cut his palms,

he can cover my mouth and bruise my nose on those nights

when the door seems only a footstep away

only one more...

step

only one more

teardrop

to stain us, only

a front door, smudged with determination

and the breaking shadows

of me.

 

Reviews

[no sun]

I will not pretend to know or ever understand what acts of anger lead to this moment. I will tell you that "he" can never take away the beauty created from those dark moments.

"Thumbprints dressed themselves in sunlight", that has been said and written and now felt by your readers and shall last forever and again that beauty can never be taken from you.

The pain you write with leads us to September. Some see it as sad for everything is dying but incredible writers like you see it and write it for what it is. Beauty stemmed from an unfortunate event.

You amaze with your unique style but even more so with your heart.

Okay so I guess it was my turn to not make any sense. Aren't you glad that I held up my end. :)

[bookworm]

I don't know that I've ever read anything so hauntingly beautiful. Again, I am completely speechless. I relate to this more than I care to remember and I am awestruck at your ability to recapture the detail at such a cellular level. Words seem pointless right now. Nothing I can say will do my admiration of your work any justice. Thank you.

[Perdition]

"The pianos are taunting me, childhood rooms where lights were never bright enough..."
The keys...ever the lock on the way out....the walls and eyes closing within. That music that turns you back to suffer in complete determination. To own your beast and never surrender it's teeth...To scream knowing he isn't even listening...You write as if the sky is at your knees and all answers so obvious are pulling you apart one red gummy at a time...It's horrible and wonderful this "thing".

[victoriamaggie]

so powerful, dark and almost even romantic
love it soo much
you are such a powerful writer-keep up the good work

[Orlando Murcia]

This was really well written
I love how you described everything
from the darkness of it to the thoughts
of your despair

This was absolutely amazing!!

Fantastic work!

Orlando M

[An owl on the moon]

So profoundly moving, flowing line-by-line, each a somber vision, all flowing into one. Such a darkness and despair hangs over this writing, casting dark shadows. This is a masterpiece of thought and emotion.

[Kerwin]

Nice...very emotional...yet well written. Are you an insomniac? I can relate to that as well.