no happy ending

[eyealtering]

coated in salt
like pistachios
sting the cut, keep
it fresh, i am
defensive walls and
broken dreams
i barely breathe
and when i attempt
to do the unthinkable,
i fall and scrape my knees
(the breaking is voiceless,
except in my head
where the scream is
wild animal)
and wishful thinking
is fairytale with
no happy ending.

Comments

[eyealtering]

Thank you, my dear. It's been a while since I visited this place and this poem, so I apologize for my late reply.

*hugs back*

[heartonbroadway]

"(the breaking is voiceless,
except in my head
where the scream is
wild animal)"

so is mine. everything in my head frightens even me. felt this one today from you, dear. x

[eyealtering]

Apologies for the late reply. I'm sorry that you were feeling this way, too. Thank you for relating to this piece. It means a lot. x

[wytchcroft]

where goes that girl
if there's no/one
seen her
no/one sings her
fairy tale
hairy tailed
wolf girl
with a dancing skin
little red riot hood
the heart
of the forest
under the leaves
someone else's shadow
play
maybe she
is wearing someone else's
dancing skin
today

[eyealtering]

Wow, what a continuation in your reply. I read it a number of times to get the feel of it in/on my skin.

Wonderful, and thank you W! x

[wytchcroft]

you are very welcome :)

and i've missed reading you! x x

[eyealtering]

I've missed you, too.

btw, I just posted a new poem. It isn't something to write home about, but at least it is something.

Thank you for being here. xx