If fear was an entr\u00e9e, would anger be the appetizer?
Would the sides be distrust, disillusionment, disgust?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Would I still be dancing dead
At the intersection
Where my dreams and smiles fled?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I may very well be
A grievance to all who have lost nothing
Of personal significance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I may very well be enchanted
By your creeping, tantalizing promises<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Promises that amount to nothing more
Than breaking themselves into pieces
And making sure they all look the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So that even if I wished
To put them back together,
To make sense of their emptiness
Or my foolishness,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We would all end up together
Blank
Lost
Dispersed
With no one left to blame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A finger glides down
One more glass window,
Stained with our blood, tears, and spit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dream of melancholy,
Why is it that we put ourselves
In thorny, rotten carcasses
Of seeds that have no desire to grow?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Erase me now
Submerge everything else in the constant noise,
Then create your own noise
Just to say you left
And created your own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Such a fruitless quest for contentment.
Why is it still considered
An option in my mind?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trying to understand but
You don’t let yourself process it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why does your skin rise so,
Like a tide at sea?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The many carcasses
Of your old, discarded selves
Washing up
All in front of you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Such a pretty row.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh, how they taunt,
Silently staring
Up at your own
Lifeless form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Come join us, Such a cordial invite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And they’re stretching themselves out. Oh, their hospitality And you’re pulled under, Remember!! You scream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Scream and screech You are a primordial force<\/p>\n\n\n\n If they don’t end it now, Dizzy<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nightwalker, skincrawler, Goatskin smooth as Cries silent as And the hawk And somewhere somehow How gracious, How kind, If fear was an entr\u00e9e, would anger be the appetizer?Would the sides be distrust, disillusionment, disgust? Would I still be dancing deadAt the intersectionWhere my dreams and smiles fled? I may very well beA grievance to all who have lost nothingOf personal significance. I may very well be enchantedBy your creeping, tantalizing promises Promises that … Continue reading “Menu”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":129,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24100"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/129"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24100"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24100\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24103,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24100\/revisions\/24103"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
<\/em>They whisper, smiling so grimly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Really, they mustn’t go out of their way.
They pay no heed
Of course.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Is sickening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So disoriented.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And let out every shrill cry
Buried inside your being.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It may all stop.
Fully, utterly cease to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stuck on you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
All your lies.
White as
Your eyes
Blind to my pleas<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The lamb that wanted nothing more
Than to fly<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fulfilled its wish.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some being mistook surrender for freedom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be given what you wanted
Only after it no longer mattered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be released from the earth
By the very thing
That watched you struggle to enter it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"