The Hurting

14 April, 2013

A slither, something
hardly percievable
overcovered
meticlously covered
layer after coloured layer
forced happy-feelings-glue
years of slapping it on
slapping it on
and slapping it on

A slither, grey
vague, transluscent
but there
not budging
a tiny something
that only a searching soul can see

Touch…
smooth, rubbery
trying to find something
sensing something unseeable
syncing
a path
no exit
vastness, void, silence, engulfing dark, thin air
a thick cloth, covering the corpse

A hardly visible, radiance, diffuse, white, floor near

Unperceivable pulse, lingering on

Locked, pain, frozen, pinned down, freighters steel chains

Spring coiled, quenched scream
hibernating, razor blade dawn
splitter bomb, black void
waiting, to blossom