axelle

i don't understand why i desire so much to see you shatter. i want to watch you shed your skin while you shed your tears. maybe it's because i want to finally see what you've been hiding from us all this time. and darling...i know that you're not secret-less.





in fact, you're the queen of secrets, the dweller in the dark--hiding behind the blinding spotlight that you shine on your facade. but i beg you to stop trying to distract me, because i'm not going to fall for this lie.







tell me, Rapunzel reincarnated...why do you refuse to open your throat, to scream for help? i know that you are shackled to your artist's easel. i can see the parasitic chains that have found cracks in your walls and have dug tunnels under your skin.  your hands dance beneath the marionette strings as your fingers sketch out your nightmares and dreams.  your eyes leak saline under your mask, and you've forgotten that every new layer of papier-mache dissolves.







this mess cannot be hidden from my sight any longer.







you don't realize this, but i've heard the screams for deliverance that burst uncontrolled from your heart. however, you've muffled them with granite-stained paper and pencil-drawn masterpieces.  you are deaf and blind with my letters to you crumpled in your hands.  your ego, though i know it to be false, refuses to accept my undying love.  i hold the key to your salvation in my hands, but you're convinced that you have no heart to unlock.




you shove away my outstretched hands as you vow to seal the cracks in your false china-doll face.  and i must confess that every fragment that you replace matches another piece that i feel is ripped away from my soul...









...although i must admit that my greatest desire is to break into pieces for you.