The echoing wash of the waves sound similar to the weakness I spilled only a year ago. A hallowing drum of imminent breakage. A chill wraps its blanket of nightfall across my skin which feels just as cumbersome, yet this time the sistering darkness holds me while we await the promised downfall. I spill buried words into the midnight sea breeze, an unveiling of softness through my love locked lips. A spinning image to a cracked egg as the verbal spillage of my heart trickles down my own ribs alongside tears, alongside misted salt from the sea, leaving me with another shattered organ emptied onto the floor. Heartless I had been, now a heart plated like a centerpiece for the crows and ravens to scavenge. For their beaks of criticism to pick at. For their claws of selfish starvation to mercilessly puncture. I’ve been here once before, picking up a bloodied plate to bring home and save my heart as if it were leftovers for tomorrow morning. Dredging dehumanization as I performed a bloodied puzzle on my carpeted floor for months trying to bring it back to life, just to do it all over. Once more. The wash of the waves warp my nightmares back to reality, retiring me to the blanket of nightfall which bleeds into my flesh like shadowed heroin. Fulfilling to an addict of familiarity. So hooded in the cloaked mask of midnight, I only smile and recite a lyrical laugh hoping the world moved too fast to notice the unveiling of not a bride, but a hypocrite. I was never supposed to be soft again. The smell of salt and seaweed creep like hands from a grave into my senses, reviving a history if not a parallel. And I could’ve sworn the otters mocked me with laughs while they giggled on their backs, staring at the stranger who should’ve known better. Watching the stranger who came here every night, tuperware and bloodied heart in hand, trying to piece together the puzzle of broken promises only months ago. Canons of undoing, shooting stars in a fiery pitfall, were just the mirror of the luminescent love I swore would be fettered to the depths of our furthest galaxy…
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MSkye in Story Telling
Unfettered: A Broken Promise
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