face

Knife


Your perfect face…

That silky skin,

Heavenly lips.

Hearing you breath

Makes my heart

Jump out of

The rib cage.

I look into your eyes;

Can’t stop biting

My lower lip

As I push the knife

Into you.

The warm red

Will evenly paint

The soft porcelain.

I will leave my fingerprints

All over this

Shameless fair surface

Of your shoulders.

Your weak grip

Will soon let go

As I am almost done

With slaughtering

The last bits

Of sanity.

 

 

Radiating grin


Metaphors of happiness

Are nothing but letters

Written on the life scenario sheets.

My pages are full of smudges and blurs.

You keep on throwing

Your recited smiles at me,

Choking me in images of your radiating grin.

Wordy gusts catch me at my back

When I’m trying to escape

Your ever-so-nice face.

I can see your eyes shine

At the sight of my sadness.

Time will come,

And you will stop smiling.

Eyes will turn into dull crystals,

Mouth will no longer show the revolting grin

Of the staged niceness.