“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”— Katherine Henson
Time has no meaning
The train comes & goes
A depot almost forgotten
By the gnawing moments of hope
Even as adults, we often still want to be praised, thanked and rewarded like children are for doing things, we just don’t talk about it
While corpses dance,
I get close to this pain,
a heart in graceful decay
seeking salvation in the abyss.
But even the sea is speechless.
I wrap myself in shadow and shame.
Hide under the silence and hope to vanish.
I am the doubt that gnaws at night.
These sins are mine,
to be kept secret or sold.
I know the eyes of someone who spoke to demons, suffered nights of torment and anguish
kneeling at the feet of forgotten gods.
Each blank page tells the anger.
The ruin.
You know you’ve been awake too long
when crimson is no longer a color but a flavor.
The taste of metal.
The taste of courage.
The taste of regret.
The taste of another dawn on a sleepless tongue.
The taste of a stitched wound that opens by itself.
The wind has made my bones into the shape of animals.
There is marrow sticking out of the eyes.
Worms don’t even wait for it to die,
ravenous,
they start eating me alive.
Ignoring what little love is left.
The devils tear themselves out of the gash in my chest, gratefully clinging to the victims to oppress. If I’m honest,
I think I’ve always been possessed.
Truth is a weapon made to hurt.
In Kafka dreams you are
nothing more than metaphor
already receding, leaving
no footprints on the shore.
-T.C. (2023)
∞
A perfect fit.
tumblrs not a blogging or social media or whatever platform. its an aquarium.
and brother, i’m a stingray who wants to be petted
““You are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while.” - Eckhart Tolle”—
Deeper Than Skin
Always, I am in control,
until I am not.It is then I leave marks
deeper than skin.
