She quietly slumped on the muddy floor,
Defeated.
Countless needles pierced her ghostly skin,
Scalpels tearing at her lovely veins.
She sat in silence.
She spit out viscous tar,
Suffocating.
Burnt esophagus,
Acid-like saliva,
Blurred vision,
Stripped of lungs.
She’s nothing.
Consumed by pitch-black poison,
Succumbing to the chilling embrace
Of her handmade straitjacket,
She was bent on letting it all spill out
To neutralize her hatred-filled cadaver.
She sat in silence.
– Patricia
A ray of light touches my face
And I wake up beneath the sea;
Another day: no melody,
Just silence and no more disgrace.
I came down here where I am safe,
Away from pain and from despair;
The sea is calm, nothing to bare,
No burdens that can crush my faith.
The outside world keeps moving on,
With louder screams and tasteless tears,
Wanting to bring out all my fears,
To bring me down, to lose the dawn.
But I don’t hear their hateful cries,
No sound arrives to where I am.
I see them scream and do not care,
As water is a shield of lights.
I swim in peace, my ears blessed
And time slows down: infinity;
I simply am—tranquility,
The sea pulling me in a trance.
I live my life under the sea,
A sea of dreams, of salt, of calm;
Light dances sweetly in my palm
And I am free to simply be.
– Patricia
I walk alone on empty streets,
Surreal stillness all around.
To silence everything is bound
And peaceful steps my shadow meets.
Their sound echoes through new-born thoughts
Creating rhythm in my mind.
And in that music, I unwind
And so the moment stays and goes…
Tall, warming streetlights show my path,
So still, so present—city stars.
And, in their light, I see my scars,
Yet I forget the pain, the wrath.
On empty streets I walk alone,
Loving the silence and myself.
Ethereal peace I’ve never felt
Spreads through my being: I’m reborn.
– Patricia
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