Unmade, escaped
too soon, too late
left alone and weak
undefended living doll
and one by one by one
they come to play
shaking hands
wipe the filth away
Nothing has changed
lay the lie on the rest
only memory is gone
and in the dark
of an empty soul
reasons to remain
run out like sand
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 12/25/1999
It was tiny and smooth
Like me, he said
held still in his fingers
like me
It’s magic, he said
it will take you away
so I believed
Sleep, he said
it’s only a game
you don’t need to know
how to play
It’s a secret, he said
and the bitter taste faded
but the new scars remained
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 11/14/1992
I watch them
their words like knives
but only his is sharp
Fear for her spreads
like ice on bare skin
If I could speak
I would beg her
to be silent
can’t look away
can’t let her suffer
alone
The strike echoes
like thunder
but only once
she is lucky
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 1/3/1995
Wind rustles leaves, tears them loose
to fall, afraid
caught by flowers’ embrace
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 11/17/2011
For S.A.H.
Curling deep inside
the slick, sour feeling
the fear that eyes may meet
and turn away
Beauty reminds
haunts, mocks
without a word, a thought
or wincing glance
It is a mirror
that rejects all
unworthy reflections
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 11/16/2011
Caught in a web
helpless pawn
of careless
and casual horror
held by lies
much tighter than rope
breathe and wait
No mercy, no care
flesh bruises
deep within the rose
torn petals
underfoot
all perfume
all beauty
simply gone
Shut out the sight
try not to hear
but flesh cannot stop
its function
Accept the poison
venom in vein
let it numb the truth
into illusion
Someday
all nectar drained
and cut from the web
as shadows draw near
gather shorn threads
and strive
never to weave again
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 12/10/1996
Dirty washroom
crumpled money
sweaty in pocket
city noise outside
rusted lock clicks
terrible silence
descends
Face the mirror again
reflection cracked
jagged
reach out and touch
smooth glass
it lies
Gut twist
a feeling so dark
unknown, unuttered
to make the lie
end
Reach, pull
metal heavy in my hand
warm from worn jeans
Point the dark tunnel
at the ruin
of a man who is not a man
never was
servile animal
vessel of filth
Make it pay
make it tell the truth
squeeze and the glass
the room
the world
explodes
Shower of glass
sharp pins in flesh
traitor eye opens to see
tiny avenging hole
in cold gray concrete
as dead inside
as me
Brush away debris
it shines like diamonds
wipe away little rivulets
of scarlet hope
but leave the dirt
it just comes back
The night waits
city maw opened wide
but never wide enough
Rusted lock clicks
breathe, and go
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 12/24/2000
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