Sunday, March 18, 2012

Rock-A-Bye Baby

This little blanket saves me from the demons.

It's dark, very empty around.

It's dark, very empty within.

You could hear a pin drop.

But you wouldn't.

There isn't one to drop.

It's dark, very scary everywhere.

This little blanket saves me from the demons.


It's unbearably warm.

The sweat flows down

the forehead

carefully treading over the nose.

Into a mouth that is not welcoming.

The river has picked up all the dirt

along the way

to reach a gutter.

I hate the taste.

What else did I expect?

I am not thirsty and I drink

so much sin

I am not hungry and I eat.

Poison.

I am scared but I remember.

This little blanket saves me from the demons.


A silent word of thanks.

To whom?

To You?

Yes!

Thanks for the eyes

that see black.

Thanks for your eyes

that show black.

But the gratitude is sincere.

The prayer is childlike. Earnest.

Under a pillow.

With assurance, I unrest.

With fear, I tremble.

But this little blanket saves me from the demons.


Oyster.

Snail.

Shut.

Tight.

Black.

Protection.


I see nothing.

I hear all.

I hear all say nothing.

I hear fear.

I hear laughter.

Evil. Teasing.

Creeping up to sleep

next to me.

To tickle, to poke, to grab, to rape.

Knock knock. Who is there?

Not a joke for sure.


It's tucked deep.

It cannot be pulled.

Someone still tries. Someone walks by. Coughs.

But this little blanket saves me from the demons.

Will they still try to strangle me?


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All things scare Biprorshee

Friday, March 16, 2012

12 Months....Almost!

She asks how has life changed since I met her

But I just started living.

She asks how has life changed since I met her

I kiss her eyes and tell her, "The lips can wait".

She asks how has life changed since I met her

I raise my mug. God turned the rum to tea. Lo! Miracle.

She asks how has life changed since I met her

I laugh. Some more. And tell her, "Every time, it's for you (not at you)".

She asks how has life changed since I met her

I write. Some words. She reads. And knows the muse isn't pain.

She asks how has life changed since I met her

I actually see what's the romance about beaches now, I say.

She asks how has life changed since I met her

I hold her hand. I hold on to her hand. She lets me. This is how.


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All things loved and Biprorshee