Power Trip

I murdered you 

in my sleep last night 

and it echoed in my head all day - 

your torn, bloody grin 

looked just like mine. 

A cult of myself. 

A flurry of another episode 

drilling holes with my pen, 

carving the same three words into 

the only space I can breathe. 

I've ruined the moon for everyone 

since it's all I want to see 

and the tides are drowning 

my old grudges - 

I don't say goodbye back to you.

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- for me, this is an emotionally brutal experience articulated in exceptionally expressive poetry... -- it's reactive and yet infinitely poetic... much like human beings... -- fantastic stuff...

[CP]

This is the kind of hate that exists in each one of our cells. The kind that makes you question your own ability to not disintegrate.

[The Twin Arenas]

"Drilling holes with my pen" is a nice image. Not nice, I guess. Conveys the anger of the piece without being too on the nose about it.

[scarlynn]

Thank you so much! :)

[The Twin Arenas]

hang in there.