Secrets

 Assented, accepted, obeyed his omniscient ordinance; Blenching, blindly down the hollow hole. Never come back, not whole. Sold my soul, succumbed to his tortured strain.  

Gave my heart, that wasn’t smart.  Beats weakly, too late.  Given pure, giving up, now tortured, trashed, twisted. Trying to survive. Shattered, severed. Shadowing secrets away from destruction. Distorted, damaged, drowned in the manipulation. Mangled mincemeat. Moreover, determined, no longer desired. Destroyed what little self I have left. 

Gangly, lanky and longs for your life. Left skin, stretched over wretched bones. He’s wasting and weak. With a few simple words, he cripples you. Empty, dead eyes hypnotize. Gaunt, emaciated, long matchstick limbs. Curving tendrils gripping a slithering yellow coil. Coaxes you, starved for his attention. Crumbling, beaten, he smiles at your decrepit demise. Perverting any strength, engulfs you in soulless oblivion. Dark, frayed, black flame burns down the arms, flowing around the body. He’s on top, powerful, the puppet master, the perfectionist, dominant. 

Thrashing, quivering, writhing, you are worn and withering away. Pain pounds in your head; pulls grimly at your gut. All inside, internal, imagined. Endure rejection, dejection, deception. Wear two faces, two masks. See in black and white rigidity. He sucks your one residual sliver of hope, health, happiness. Happiness? Not without him. 

Disappearing

 Darkness, but her awareness is keen. The shades spring open and let in hazy light. She has no sense of where she is. Trembling overcomes her, fills her, consumes her. Deep, muffled sounds echo around her and dark shapes circle above her. The clouds part. The brightness, through open windows, is too intense. She tries to close her eyes against its piercing severity. Her brain pulsates, pain sears, and confusion envelops her. Nothing but endless white surrounds her as the mist starts to lift. Sounds become voices, concerned voices, voices attached to white lab coats. Mouths move, voices echo in her skull, but she can’t decipher their message. Her eyes dart from one face to another, to another trying to find something or someone familiar. A rhythmic beeping drowns out the voices. A painful pressure strains her elbow and her finger. Plastic snakes slither and coil down to the floor. They connect to her arm. One brings clear liquid; another brings red. Strange black and blue shapes, amoeba like, decorate her skin. Long thin red lines cover her arms from elbow to wrist. Most trace tentative cross-contours, but one runs in vertical certainty.  Gray cloth, permeated with plastic, pulses against her bicep.  

The beeping is now more rapid. She can feel her own heart thudding in sync.  Her lungs heave up and down as she struggles to breathe through the tiny plastic device covering her mouth. Someone is trying to scream, but the scream is muted. Her arms and legs writhe involuntarily, as if trying to aid her escape. Eyes, squeezed tight against the intrusive brightness, stream salty tears. Tension-filled voices issue quiet, oddly calm, commands. A pinch pricks her upper arm. Everything goes quiet again. The shade to the window slowly closes. Darkness. Nothing.