LiamMcGee

Plath echoes. My rasp rumbles in the demi-light, So much sweeter to soft, round ears- Something therein that DEMANDS to be tasted. My ears were rough-hewn. I was rough-hewn, but then - My eyes were dark blue and blind. Not the sapphires they are today. The soft gentleness that listened with eyes alive, It did not know and nor did I. It or She was the cast-iron-chain, The shadow and yet! Free of blame. I fought my demons to please a demon, And now She/It waits, a puppet. A doll with a frown drawn on. I watch without armour, a peasant In the shadow of a thick-stone fortress. She/It waits with the lizard unaware: She sees all at the tippy-to

Starch white, stark - Lined and ruled paper. In the right light; indented With scribbles. A manic mind desperate To capture the blue script - By osmosis, if need be. Splotches of correcting fluid, Futile in the onrush of marks Burned. Awarded. Attempted. A broken (clock) face appears, (Tick. Tock.) Collecting an envelope full of vipers. She sits and stares beyond. Beyond the gift, the present. Collecting herself, finding solace In the disposal of razors And cuisine d'paracetamol.

I embrace evening like a god-given right, I have battled daylight and earned my throne A battle-hard won without bloodshed or death, There are slogans on my breastplate and relief in my chest The knowledge remained though, we laid the living to rest. My captain arrests me, I'm sentenced to death. I arise in the morning, undead but anew. I will battle daylight and earn my throne. I complete the cycle, Do you know why? As the sun goes down, Well, so do I.

I take the pill and I retch, As acid rips out my throat. What spills out? Not an acid, a venom; Black and life-hot. Each pill assaults me. They bring tears to the surface, They bend me over and vomit, So for the first time, I'm wordless. I see the tile glint, Cough. Choke. Retch. My ears filled with cloth, My nose with the scent, Of flowers and stench. I could vomit the sickness but can I resist? For a taste of the real world, I adore poison's kiss.

Observe a kitten, Note; She has claws Observe mine, Please note; She has talons

A clockwork man I am, A clockwork heart, and pig-iron hands They cannot feel the touch of skin, A gun-grey coating, An orange tinge. Tear me open, Explore my chest, There's nothing, but in truth, I'm blessed, You'll live and die, but I'll rust here, I've no eyes to shed no tears. If I could feel anything, I would feel it for you.

I must have spent a thousand years, (She would say I was exaggerating. Her teeth gleam, she'd chide me for being foolish. The glint in her eye is polaris.) Writing her into existence, She was written as a challenge. I sat down with pen & paper & an ache, (She would laugh at the word ache, A musical laugh. She illuminates me.) She was written with ruby reds, Royal purples & soft blues. Songbird blue. I am all the evil in the world, She comes cordial. (She would say I was never evil, There is no such thing as evil, Only unfortunate circumstances.) She was written as a romantic, Written to be thoughtful, Written to be perfect. Days cou

It didn't rain today, October weather, but we hadn't thought it'd come so soon, While we went around corridors, They seemed brighter in the morning than the afternoon. We didn't know, of course.                                                             Darker skies grew, the clouds knew before us. A cracking voice echoed through every room. And fell like lead. Crushed. I learned today that Hell is not chaos, but a monstrous, crystalline silence. I asked if anyone had ever heard silence like that,                                   No one answered, shoes becoming focal, No one ate. There was no shame in crying. It was human to simply r