Stake

I think I slipped again
Am I too weak to hold it in place
Shifting between the bones in my rib cage
I’ve had trouble breathing
Focusing on daily tasks is difficult when fingers
always find their way down to the pointed end
making sure it’s kept still
touch it, tickle it
I dare you
make my dopamine levels run high
make me scream because
life is so fucking fun Ain’t it fucking pretty? I like it when it hurts
like it when I feel just how alive I am
4 am in the morning and on all fours
the bathroom tiles
leaving quadratic imprints on my elbows
and I cry to the dead-eyed shower head
that someone touched me again
or maybe it was just me
having a brief moment of euphoria
turning too quickly
now it sits all wrong and I pull at the wooden hilt
screaming into the empty drain
that I do not need you
to tear at me just so I
can think
I do not need to be hit
so that I can lick my wounds later
I do not need you
you’re ruining it, ruining it
again

Sorry about the aggressive language. I wrote this during an anxiety attack. Just what I needed to break my writer’s block. 

Apologies to all my friends on SD for being inactive lately. I’ve been way too caught up in my own world, working intensely on my novel and not paying too much attention to the world around me. I’m trying to climb up from my hole. I miss you all. 

Malicia

Advertisements

About Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Stake

  1. This is dripping blood on the screen my dear. Powerful, visceral imagery

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
    Stunningly visceral poetry from Malicia’s Malebolge

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Your imagery is powerful strong and very surreal. Beautifully well written.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s