She was alone.
The old stories and songs walked her by,
as if they would not remember her anymore.
She had betrayed
her own ones.
She was sitting alone.
No one would ever
sit next to her again.
She knew it.
She was sitting way up,
on her tree,
that she had planted once.
Her heart
Didn‘t want to have to do with her anymore.
Her mind
was droven hysterically.
The hate
had first swallowed her
and then spitten her out again.
She was a woman.
Hot tears flooded her scarred corpse.
Filling the hollow on her ribcage,
where once had grown a breast,
that she had taken off a long time ago.
Back then,
If she would have been given
the opportunity
to decide for someone
and against something.
She would have done it
without hesitation.
But things had happened.
In the madness of trust.
So how should something
be regreded,
that hasn‘t been done
by oneself?
She felt no fear
for the beauty of the future
that could have layed in front of her.
No.
The returning memory of the past.
Its arrival
was what she feared.
She was paralyzed.
A piercing scream escaped her chest,
distressing
bone marrow and roots of the tree.
She lost the feeling.
First for space and time.
Then for warmth and coldness.
And in the end for dream and reality.
She flinched
and started falling.
Smashed
against the cracking branches.
Some scars were opened again.
Other gaping wounds arose on scarfree skin.
A branch
bore itself through the gums above her incisors,
after catching her tounge severing it
and boring on through her lip.
It teared open.
Her long hair
got tangled up into the branches
and pulled itself out her head.
Through the brunt of falling
her corpse skidded against the trunk
and cutted itself
where ripcage and lower back meet each other
deep into the flesh.
She striked the ground.
The arrows
that had fallen out her quiver
and the battleaxe
she had tied around her thigh,
sank almost patternlike
into her already raped corpse.
But nevertheless.
She was still breathing.
Slowly,
like a rushing and calm water.
Hardly perceptible.
In this raging madness.
She was freed.
Through the fall into the coarse pain.
She flew
into the comforting arms of delirium.
She smiled
the most horrible smile
the tree had ever seen
of her.
She laughed
out of the depths of her corpse,
even though
she could not make a noise
without her tounge.
She almost choked on it,
but no.
She breathed out.
And then in
as deep and sincere as never before.
She disappeared.
Love the poetry! Its so deep! I can feel every word of your poetry. It directly touched my heart and left me awestruck! Your my favorite poet without any doubt!
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