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The Serpent's Whisper
The needle whispers in my ear
Its sibilant hiss, a truth austere
"One more hit to ease your pain,
To feel that blissful rush again."
But deep I know its forked tongue lies
Behind that venom-sweet disguise
An insidious assassin sent
To see my spark of hope is spent.
So though it slithers ever near
Its poison lure, I'll never hear
For I have tasted rock's bottom pit
And vowed to never that snake permit
Formless War
An unseen militia
camps in the trenches
of my psyche
Gunsmoke memories pollute the air
As another interior battle
silently rages
No shots fired
No medals awarded
When shelling ceases
And I emerge from
the fox-holed recesses
Of my battle-scarred mind
Fragmented shards strewn
Distorted self-reflections
Truth cracks the surface
The mirror's reflection burned into my eyes that morning - bloodshot, holloweyed, ashen. A ghost staring back at me, mocking the mere facade of the woman I was pretending to be. But as my fist smashed into the glass, finally shattering that facade and sending crystalline fragments raining onto the sink, in that moment - I was reborn. My rebirth cried out in anguished, primordial bellows as I bled onto the porcelain. Yet Phoenix-like, I felt the hope of a second chance at life finally stir in my soul.
Lost in abyssal blackness, the all-consuming void
An empty vacuum, infinitely circumfering
My echoed screams bearing no sound
As I plummet, endlessly abounding
Until - a pinprick light, distant but blazing bright
Illuminating my isolation with burning might
I claw against sinking gravities, towards its beacon fire
Its radiant truth - I will not be naught in oblivion's pyre
Some minuscule spark of eternal light still enduring
Within my soul's depths, forever assuring:
Meaning, purpose, hope - resounding through the black
I only need follow it back