thoughts go through my mind.
I feel like plucking out my ribs and hanging them amongst the branches like wind chimes – dangled brutality and to taunt those hungry wolves.
Honestly, I never knew I wanted to write until I lost something. I am still not sure what it is-
maybe my mind or heart. quite possibly both.
It seems words fall into the gaps that had no stories. They breathed life into the darkest parts that tried to hide away in fear that maybe they were not important enough to have a voice.
words are more powerful than the sword they say.
Your words tore into my once beating heart, like vultures devouring the raw emotion as their filthy wings look rusty from my dried blood.
i am wrong-silence is worse.
For now the hungry wolves that you brought to me still circle as you turn your back and walk away in silence. You don’t even look back as they pounce.
guess i didn’t lose anything at all……
1: affected by or as if by rust; especially : stiff with or as if with rust
2: inept and slow through lack of practice or old age
3a : of the color rust
5: hoarse, grating