My Song

My Song

Shudder, shudder
Buck, buck
Cripple,
tuck,
Muscle lock
*Jaw ticks like a clock*
moan
Groan
Mumble mutter
Spit spat word clutter
Curl tight tight tighter
Push push heavy heave
Lift fall gasp splutter
Tears water dry running
Bolt straight stiff
Running!
Beat beat hit punch push fall,
Crunch crunch.
Exert exert tense
Snap!

("m" "mmM" "M"
"my?"
*rabid nodding*
"b" "B" "Baaaa" "ba" "C" "ccckkkk"
"your back?"
*grateful crying*)

Cripple straight cripple straight
Slowing slowing
*But just keeps going*
Crying silence
Out.

Soliloquy Of The Misunderstood

Soliloquy Of The Misunderstood

(how could it ever not be so?)

Bleeding, growing

Ribs not showing.

Less slow motion

More emotion

But still,

 there's the Commotion.

Banging in my head,

Tears running for the emotions still not put to bed

"It's recovery" they said.

But do I really want that, I questioned as you upped your stealth.

So, they tried to swap you for health -

I tried to keep you for wealth -

But you never do me right

And In the middle of the night

I'm less alone than in the day,

For you run around, come what may,

With your endless chat, still the start of the fray.

"not good enough for that" and "far too fat"

go hand in hand with

"just a brat" and "ruin everything like that".

So, its irregular, not right.

It's neither fight nor flight

This thing that bites and blights,

But shines so bright to guide me home,

But still I can't help but moan,

In a helpless tone,

Water, water every where,

Nor any drop to drink.

        /Think.