turn on the night light

Pain.  I remember the Room of Pain The doors were locked, bolted shut The windows concrete Thin; I fought so hard to break them I did.  Bloodied, scratched, scarred Pain.  Blood dried, scratches healed. Scars lightened.  Pain. Pain stays, lingers Sways like a wave.  Shallow, shallow, shallow, Deep.  I take one step too far  and I drown in it.  You taught me how to see  Pain. You taught me how to feel  Pain.  I can small pain.  I smell salt air I smile. I stay longer to  smell more and more. I don't smell it now.  Accustomed.  I leave; pass the  time When I return, I smell salt air.  That is how I smell Pain.  I smell it. I taste it. I see it.  I feel it. I hear it. I sense it.  My stomach, my hands, my soul.  I escaped the Room of  Pain.  But I drag the chain behind me as I walk away from it. A link here.  Three links there.  An accumulation of  Pain.  Questions, I question everything. I question with a word.  Why? I starred in Sadness. Pain. The spotlight hit; I was ready.  Tears

Intoxication.  I'm consumed, swallowed whole  from the words that leave your lips.  They, you, fill me, a catalyst, a fire, to burn for myself, to reach high, higher than I've dare gone before.  Beauty.  It lies within your voice, the reassurance you express  in a tone of truth and possibility,  I am awe-struck.  Seduction.  It pours itself into my cup,  overflowing with desire and  satisfaction that comes from your  touch. Confusion.  My brain tumbles and turns to determine how you came across my  wavelength, yet grateful, it feels,  because you did.  Surrender.  I fold at the sound of your voice  and the direction of your eyes.  I am your equal, yet I submit  willingly to senses I trust most.  Foundation.  The most important step in the process, where the strength, the endurance, lies.  Our individual resilience  conjoins, and within that,  holds a dynamic power unknown to most.  Curiosity. It waves over me, conquering the fear of the novelty that is you, us,  whatever may co

When I said I wanted to feel your touch, I wanted to feel your fingertips along the ridges of my bare back, sliding down as slowly as your gaze fell upon my lips.  Instead, you raised your hands from my hands to my heart, and you gripped it tight. Your strength diminishing the light in my eyes. You took me when my heart was broken, and you shattered it with the palm of your hand.  I wanted you to fill a part of me that longed for you, a flame that burned, regardless of the sorrow you blew my way; testing the flames endurance, another game to you.  Yet you checked me, I was just a pawn in the game you played, another heart locked in the jar you kept so close, a locker deep in the abyss of your mind.  The flame that once burned went out, but with no credit to your mastermind of emotional manipulation, but my removing myself from the oxygen that you gave to me, by my own power.  I used to question what made me turn the page and begin again, dreaming of your wings, soaring me above the clo