A Carriage Awaits

The ambient horror

Of the horses ahead of me

A carriage sings open

The snow is quietly pittering onto the road ahead of me.

I step into the carriage, its old wooden frame screeching underneath my hollow body,

Squeaking shut it begins moving, my flesh shuttering from left to right

The uneasiness leaves my breath heavy, in and out it becomes harder to breathe as we Travel further

The wooden wheels carrying my lost soul deeper into the density of the woods

The sound of the wheels crunching and clicking

Over the rocks and sticks

Mixed with the clopping of horseshoes hitting the moist gravel path

A castle appears from the dark brush that I emerge from

I feel my body shaking, my soul itself is uneasy, bearing witness to this

Decrepit fortress.

Tattered Belongings

My body lays upon

Tattered fabric & broken glass

Sprawled on textured textile floor, my heart bleeds for you

Flowers sprouting from my hair, I feel the intensity of it all hit me like the warmth

Of the early morning sun beaming from behind a mountain

My heart is aching for your recognition

A stare, a sign, a laugh

Anything to get your undying love

Even for a minute or a second

You could heal the wounds

I try so hard to hide under the ripped-apart flesh of my body

Please don’t make me cry

My heart is fragile for you.

Cold steel table

Cut open like fruit on a chopping board

Dissected like a frog in a science classroom

Utterly careless

Intestines sprawled out

Heart thrown out

Piece of filth.