Poet’s Note: “These were both written in 2019, 10 years after an unfortunate incident I had with a woman who I met online, and said she was suicidal. I came over to talk & watch some comedy shows. She then took advantage of me, tried to drug me, threaten me with a knife, and left me with PTSD. This is my story, a side that not many talk about.”
2009: A Recovery From Her Spiderweb
10 Years
A Cold February Kentucky wind
Through a panic call
I guess united by fears
Silence on a dark night drive
Clarity, lost through the wires
Arrivals to the death of Indigo
A foolish man falls prey
To a Jekyll and Hyde Constellation
Her screams, her pills, her knives blade threatening
I have to be bare like the roses
Or else, and now throw me to the pond
Leave me a fish wanting to die
In obscurity, floating with a manic dead mind
You tried to weaken me, with words, with threats
Used me,
Driven away to a trail of trauma
Like a long walk into a viewless forest
Planted seeds of fire to my heart
Trust comes on like impulsivity now
In a fright for what is real
and what is a monster with soft skin
I blister to my hands from a false touch
That spread like a virus
Where Do I Leave?
I met you in the death to skin fires
In sticky pits full of fallen stars
Dark red curtained room
In a moonlit hissing
Bleeding angel artwork, the Mona Lisa’s convulsing off the walls
You broke my eggs to the Dirty Three
The yolk is a permanent black crisping to wet dirty cement
Breathing up from the ground
To paralyze me to this memory
Pause, Run, running,
escaping claws that rip
The hands of knives want to purge me into the holes
That few swim out
But I drive away from a Kentucky Mountain Medusa Alcoholic
and mentally bruising
Off in my Ford Taurus
drives Like Chaos as Warren Ellis plays that violin louder to “I Knew it Would Come to This” again paralyzed when the sky blackens, road is now a lost tunnel.
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