|Current Residence: Spokane, Washington|
Comfort From the BleakComfort from the BleakComfort From the Bleak by Wrenbb
Vacantly perched on the chipped, cracked bench,
the wind holds no comfort.
He slouched, numb to all but the razor gouges
seared into his corpselike flesh by tears.
He finds only the solace of a lone maple,
imprisoned in its concrete cell.
Its branches stripped bare
by heartless winds and vindictive winter.
They yearn for the warm embrace
Of the sun's arms around them.
Spring and love will come again.
For now only desolation remains.
I stood in my bathroom today
Gazing into the mirror
The torn flesh fell off of my cheek
Like the bugs that dropped from the ceiling
Landing in the sink beneath my chin.
I sat on the cold floor today
Arms wrapped around shaking legs
Raw from the words you launched at me
That scraped against my ears
As the blood seeped into my hair.
I stared at the floor today
Your anger crawled towards me
Disdain saturating my toes
Turning my nails to yellow
While my skin was decayed by disgust.
I lost myself today
On that cold linoleum ground
Tears burning beneath my eyes
Corroding inside my brain
But never venturing out.