your heart will explode        he said               do something                       quick!

don’t you care about dying              here’s more guilt for you        think of who you’ll leave

grieving        behind                                            do something                         quick!

she was eight when         innocence ended         do something!               quick!

unprotected from the sickness         of  her bloodline’s urges                 she vanished

                                                                                           do something!                 quick!

he rubbed up against her                        eight year old ass

exploding her childhood                          lost             into a wet spot on the back

of a summertime shirt          then gruffly   dismissed her to the      other side of the neighboring

fence                      do something, voices screamed inside her young head               quick!

protect me!          explain betrayal to me!          staunch this confusion      a child begged         quick!

and no one heard         her silent pleas                         do something            quick!

she brooded into          young adulthood              sailed medicated through decade after decade       

care,  she laughed?                  this body cannot define me                          do something               quick!

she  spent a lifetime     shrouded   in  preparation  for exodus    vanish this        pain of life

has timed the end        of  this  heart’s steady beat       from   this    chest                    do something

for this       has eaten me         alive              quenched a bitter thirst        do something          quick

each sweet    taste          each savory bite      swallowed in gluttony       was meant to fill

the unfillable void       inhaled through air          a belly’s growl        do          something

 broken      into         the bed of a lifetime         preparing   strands   of organ       muscle    chunks of

failing    overtaxed   heart             there is no breath         left

beat out of             this oversized chest           do something!     quick!            

spend such little time             sucking on    death’s sweet morsels                

do something




                                                         love, eternally


                                                                                              do something!          quick!         

                                                                                                       too late

                                                                                                                   he grinned in his evil    

                                                                                                                        i          have


                                                                                                                                                your life

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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