Heart of Glass

Silence. The room is poisoned with the sound. It's uncomfortable and dangerous. It's like broken glass; if you're not careful you can cut yourself. If I try to speak I'll end up whispering, and I can't say a word only whimpers and sighs. My voice is empty, like the walls. I wonder if he heard my heart stop, or maybe if he heard it break.
"You promised you would never make me cry," I murmur. A tear streams into my mouth, and I can taste the sweetness of it; it was salty. Funny that pain tastes like the ocean; maybe it's our bodies' way to let the world know we're drowning. "You promised me..."
"Baby, I know-"he hummed with his husky voice.
"Don't call me baby," I sobbed. "I'm not your baby anymore."
"Okay." He said, slowly.
And the bitter silence returned while we were both slumped metres away from one and other; motionless. I wanted him to start laughing and to tell me this was a joke; to take my bony body against his and to push my hair behind my ears. But he didn't kiss away my tears. He just sat there staring at the door, in his own fixated trance.
"Do you want me?" I begged. "I want you. I want you! Please!" I crawled towards him, and forced myself into his arms and on his lap. I was grabbing his hair; running my hands through his long brown hair and kissing his neck. He sat like a stone; a gargoyle, some kind of monster who was not my lover. Or maybe I was the monster? I was biting his neck so desperate for his touch, clutching at his body.  "Please tell me you want me," I panted like an animal. His dark face lifted to mine, and our eyes fell into one and other. His mouth parted slightly. It was tender and forced. I could feel his breath inside of mine, the heat of fire; the fire which was burning out. I could feel my tongue on his lips, tasting him and needing him. He pushes me back. "Make love to me, make love to me like you used to," I screamed while I held on to him, twisting his shirt trying to take it off. I want to feel his skin on mine.
"Chelsea, get off me," he said with not an ounce of emotion in his tone.
"Put your hands on me first," I whimpered seductively into his ear; but there was nothing seductive about a broken angel who's bleeding misery and despair.
"I don't want you. Can you hear me?" His hand ran through my hair at that point, and he dragged my face away from his. I ended up on my knees for him, looking up at him like a dog begging for food. His face was cold, and his jaw line was severe. He began pacing around the room, walking back and forth and back and forth and I just watched him. Tap tap tap tap tap... the room echoed with his footsteps and my cries.
After what seemed like forever he stopped and he stared; he stared right through my glass heart. He stared at me like I was not his girl, I was someone else; a stranger in a dark alley who spoke with no clarification and looked with unnecessary interest. Was I this stranger, a person of the unknown?
"I made love to someone else, someone who was not you," and his words stole the breath right out of my chest. I could feel the ache that came on like a fever. The fever turned my skin to flames; I was shaking and sweating and gasping for air. Oxygen; it became toxic. I couldn't breathe, or think. My head was in my hands and I was melting to the floor.
The door handle squeaked as he turned it. My blood turned black; I punched his back and slammed him into the opening door.
"You were leaving me here!? You asshole, you fucking asshole! What did I do to deserve this? HUH! Tell me, tell me!" I yelped as I bashed his chest with my tightly closed fists, trying to beat up his heart; violence as my only solace squeezing my insides to death. "What did I do!? What did I do to make you cheat? Am I not good enough for you?"
My anger abandoned me, my knees lost blood and couldn't I find the strength to stand. My mouth was dry, and the room spun and blurred and dropped into a whirlpool. I was in his arms choking. I was in his arms breaking like a porcelain doll, becoming used material; a doll tossed into the dusty lost and broken box. I was in the arms of the boy who made me cry.
"Why?" I howled through my congested gasps, my voice shaken and flaccid. I want clarification, I wanted answers. We were perfect; we were Romeo and Juliet. I wasted the past year on a tale of false love. He slept with another. I meant so little to him that he could bestow his soul to a petty love affair. I gave him my innocence and all my love; just to have him smother me in dirt. What did I do to make him want someone else? Nothing could mend this wound he engraved into me.
He kissed my cheek and sighed in my ear. "Because I never loved you, I lied."

- 2010

Wearing Racquel

The reflection in the mirror was just a girl with skin porcelain and fair. Her long dark locks of charcoal hair danced down her white face, winding around her petite frame and resting silently in her lap. She wore a cream dress laced with the most dainty ribbon, the corset forcing her boyish body into an hour glass of femininity. Although her eyes, they were not focused on her divine reflection, no. They were complete with fear as they indulged into what was behind her, nothing; nothing except her new surroundings of a grand bedroom with only the most expensive of furniture and decorations.

Raquel would often lose herself for hours in the mirror, just waiting to catch the reflection of her other half, her identical twin sister. She never did, people could not see the dead. She could feel her though, in this very room her presence was taking prey. Sometimes Raquel thought she could feel the heat of her eyes cursing her every move and her every heartbeat, or sometimes like this very moment captured in the mirror, she could feel her touch, her breath faintly lingering on the surface of her neck.

Raquel imagined that if she could see her sister that she would look like one of Dracula’s mistresses, crouching over her body, smelling the blood in her veins preparing herself for her next meal. The thought made Raquel hold her breath, close her eyes and be in suspense for her pending death.

When Raquel finally opened her eyes, her heart froze at the sight of another crouched over her. The imposter dived towards her neck, there jaw opening slightly and the warmth of their mouth caressing her neck.

“You frightened me, Joe!” laughed Raquel, lolling her head back revealing more of her bear neck. Joseph’s deep brown eyes met her icy blue eyes in the mirror, and for that moment, without words, they spoke with their hearts. One did not need to hear Joseph speak to know how he adored his new bride, and was madly in love with her. As for Raquel, it was blatantly obvious she was obsessive about him, it was possible it was even a slightly ill kind of love that she obtained.
“I’m sorry, my darling. I won’t startle you again while you prepare for supper. I was just curious about the long time you have hidden yourself up here,” he spoke with his husky charming voice. “Will you be much longer, my love?”
“Oh! I forgot time my dear, terribly sorry. Forgive me for I just got lost in thought,” Raquel pleaded to her new husband of only a few weeks.
“Don’t be sorry. What ever is it you are thinking?” he asked, and for a second Raquel’s face revealed her darkest secrets.
“Just about you, of course. I am so happy we are finally married, and I cannot express my eagerness for us to start our own family. I was thinking about what we shall be calling our children,” she rolled off the tip of her tongue. “Our first hall be called Chloe, do you agree it is such a pretty name?”
“It is a name fit for a princess,” he assured. “Now come on, I’d expect our supper to have gone right cold by now.”

The following night as Raquel ran the brush through her soft hair, the familiar feeling of being watched filled the pit of her stomach. Again, she imagined her sister; pale and drained of all life just like a vampire, an empty corpse with no heartbeat and cold to the touch. Raquel smiled her perfect smile, a victorious gesture. She laughed in a low tone and became wicked.
“Sister, you cannot hurt me, you are 10 feet underground. Now now, don’t be bitter. I always suited the name Raquel better then Madeline. But it doesn’t matter now, I am a better wife to Joseph than you would have been…if I didn’t kill you.”

Madeline glanced at herself in the mirror, fixed the innocent expression Raquel wore and left the bedroom to accompany her husband to supper.

- 2009

shot of fire

i.
you once told me you don't ever want to dream, you said you wouldn't live to see thirty.
i told you i am a dreamer, and that i'll live forever.

ii.
the next time i saw you, you reached for the stars.
you swore you learnt how to dream.
i knew you were lying through your pin prick eyes,
but i pretended to play your game.

iii.
a shot of heroin gave you the chance to fly,
it gave you freedom, and love, and hope.
it filled your soul with fire.
i could only wait for you to burn out,
and i'd be the one collecting your ashes.

iv.
you never did live to see thirty.

- 2009

beauty's scene.

industrial virus.
the sound to your ears is nothing but a fashion crisis.
nothing but a cool scene.
the beauty is in your bones, not in your eyes.
the beauty is in the fake, the lies and highs.

- 2008

Home.

The wall is like one giant mirror, a dull blue shade with rainbow scattered throughout. But it doesn't show reflection, it's not a mirror to see yourself in; but I could see the music. The CDs hung on the wall side by side delicately, forming one giant masterpiece; it was the first thing my eyes were drawn to and almost overwelmed by.
I can smell lavender, the dark air is foggy with the scent. As the smell of the flower penetrates my nostrils and fills my lungs my eyes wander onto the other 3 walls decorated by the magic of sound.
The Black Keys. Vampire Weekend. Kings Of Leon. The Dandy Warhols. Kurt Cobain. The Vines. Gorillaz. Fleet Foxes. The Beatles. Angus & Julia Stone. The Ramones. Iggy Pop. The White Stripes. Iron And Wine. TV On The Radio. The Drones. Blink 182.
Her room was a shrine made to the love of music.

- 2010.

Rejection.

"Just leave me alone,"
She begged me while her tears ran.
Rejection pierced me.

-2010. Haiku Poetry.

Heart Holding.

He held my hand tight.
Palm to palm. Heart to heart. Love.
I held his hand tight.

-2010. Haiku Poetry.