I realized,
as your eyes spoke
with no apologies between
my mind's screams
of love and hate,
pain is a metaphor
for life.
Confusion's ball tumbles
haphazardly down question's staircase
to a pit of no answers;
left to float in a sea
of molted emotions grown cold
beneath ashen layers
of spiteful loneliness.
Like the detailed ship
in a bottle you cannot touch
my tears etch despair
in outlines
of superficial dreams created
by you.
Contemplation sits upon
a razor's edge
kissing the flesh of imagination,
waiting for fantasy's plea
of 'don't kill me'
as sinister laughter bellows
behind doors with rattling knobs
teasing fear to sanity's cusp;
and yet,
I sat with a smirk,
as you walked away
with a smug strut of overconfidence,
reminded of all the lies spewed
but taking faith in knowing
what goes around comes around
and you should know
...don't shit where you sleep.
Silver trophy winner
Honorable mention
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Hugs, Bunny
makes a pretty crappy bedfellow, and one that might not smell too good either. Best of luck in the contest...