The Intruder

The intruder glares me down

 She whispers, “I don’t belong.”

And continues, “I know this isn’t a place I should be.”

But she stays

Stays, in hope that she finds a place in this wretched land- a place where she can belong.

I believe that she is only trying to convince herself of this idea that there is a place for her here

I believe that she is actually held captive by my

-- Our cruel world.

She only wishes to belong

But every attempt at fitting in only makes people reject her more

There was a time that the intruder was compatible and she found comfort in being here

But the endless incantations slowly slipped into her mind making a permanent residence there; much as she is becoming a permanent entity of my-- their world

She sits in the corner, with her glaring eyes

She silently watches everyone and drinks the poison- supplied by long- time residents of this place.

Her one and only hope is that an escape will appear before death answers her pleas.

Tattoos of Shame

Tattoos of shame cover my body

The blood still fresh

I feel euphoric as the edge digs in once again

Straight, Straight, Straight

In this moment pain is non-existent

Impurities leak out from the tear

The red river, calming as it flows down

No more room, no more room

On this showcase never to be shared