TheSilentSerenade

God poisoned my mother twice. Twice - also the number of times she gave birth. They ripped out a piece of her, ensuring I’d be her final child. Then the doctors poisoned her, too. Her hair didn’t fall out, but her kindness did. I swear I heard her retching it up at night. It frightened me. How could God do this to her? She has a son, a daughter. Oh, my poor father. Act Two – a few years after, God was a vampire. He attacked her throat. “Not this.” “Not again.” “Not now.” Radiation didn’t make her Spiderman, it just dried her up. And I died watching. But she lived. I still have

In the dim dawn of autumn I glimpse a baby raccoon. Night-coloured, she scratches at trash bags so she may eat. Her clawed feet shuffle. She has no mother to nip her and nag her, “Don’t touch that. Slow down.” No people to harm her (Except for me). Alone, she is safe; independent and free. I turn from my orphaned friend, unsure if I feel sadness, or jealousy.

His French accent was as heavy as the words he dropped on my head. I dreaded each day in that room. Sarcasm dripped from his lips; some of the students laughed along. I tried to be strong - Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry, I thought as I was taught by the bully: an unusual school scenario.

I feel I’m in a King’s Court. I’d like to be a knight, but I am as useless as a depressed jester. False royalty looks down on me but heavy crowns don’t compare to the weight of this burden I bear. So I wait. Will I pass this test? I would guess not. The ugly princess has no thirst for mercy. I watch her golden eyes and speak to her old, sour soul. Give me a sword. I swear I could slice so easily. Yet I’m kept in a cage while dragon slayers play outside. I tire of hiding, though I know the king wants to hear my blood sing. I have no noble armour but the bones which guard my heart. Now, the next lesson: I&rsqu

I always had such intense love for the rain. The smallest of drops would catch my eye and I loved the feeling of water on my bare skin. But such things change with time. I even stopped reading the morning paper. But Mom still wants me to marry someone rich. Instead, I met a man with the name Rich. He also liked to chase the rain, and wrote me love poems on pink tissue paper. He had one green eye and one blue eye. We fell in love after a short amount of time, and danced in thunderstorms; our feet bare. Mom treated him with as much kindness as a grizzly bear. He was too gracious to act in return, my Rich. He always said, “I’ll m

You are second hand smoke tearing your way down my throat You are that pesky fruit fly floating in my class of coke You are the eyelash in my eye and the ringing in my ears You’re the words that form a lie and you’ve caused so many tears Keep your poison, you venomous snake I won’t let you touch my skin You’ve haunted me like a dream - but the nightmare’s over, I’m awake

Soft, almost-liquid time: How quickly it can escape. How easily it slips through our fingers. It melts like ice under the bright sun. How can we hold onto it? Miserable hands, how do you move both fast and slow? We hope the clock can keep its promises.

I'm barely awake when he slips from my bed, and although my arms are relieved to stretch out, they ache to be unlocked from him. I don't pretend I'm going back to sleep. Or I do, but I don't try very hard. I stopped being embarrassed about him seeing me peek at him a few weeks ago. When he looks back at me, he tells me I'm beautiful. I shake my head, but wonder if he's made me believe it. Maybe I've just gotten used to denying it so I can hear him say it twice. I roll over and listen to him shuffle. I can't bring myself to feel guilty about making him late for Calculus. Instead, I smile, because that's the reason I don't have any clothes on.

I go deeper into depths dark as ink My heart pumps acid through all my veins Under envy's heavy burden I do sink Claws pull me through an icy rink Though I struggle against the strain I go deeper into depths dark as ink Teeth and bones freeze in the drink And nothing but my hatred remains Under envy's heavy burden I do sink My heart just continues to shrink I give up and let go of the reins I go deeper into depth dark as ink I know I am on the brink of madness, locked in chains Under envy's heavy burden I do sink My mind is so cold, I cease to think Heavy thoughts fill up my brain I go deeper into depth dark as ink Under env

I feel my heart as it pumps acid through all of my veins My soul tears apart, but I see nothing with green eyes sewn shut Claws claim my skin, pull my through the ice and drag me down, down punishing my great sin Teeth and bones freeze as I go deeper to depths dark as ink There is no escaping it now under envy's heavy burden I do sink