Wonderland

The sting of pain that slices through her vein.
The blood stained skin brings the guilt of this hatred from within.
Quivering lips, not of sadness, but of the lustful rage that begs to be set free past the crimson eyelids of which she sees.
A frantic tremor pours over her as crystal glass goes soaring with the shatter down the wall filled with water.
Fingers clenched as it builds inside of her, an explosion she can no longer ignore.
Hands that were frozen become moving, breathing marionettes.
World war three has been unleashed.
She closes her eyes to envision wonderland
But tis only a dream.

One for the devil

Gazing out of the window,
My mind wandering.
Thoughts begin to process, yet nothing comes easily.
I watch as the children begin to laugh and play, wishing a smile would form upon my face.
I can feel it, feel the sudden unease of the fight within me.
Closing my eyes I dream, dream of the place I wish I could go.
Anywhere far, far away from here.
I’ve watched my life flash before my very eyes.
The fairy tale of a lover once scorned seeking to find the purity of the angel who spread its wings.
Fly,fly little wing.
Fly where only the angels sing.
A song once pure, yet now tainted with the deceit that throws itself at my feet.
“Kneel,” it tells me, a voice spoken no higher than a mere whisper.
The trembles sink in as my body absorbs the poison of artificial numbing.
I feel no pain any longer as the voices subside and a swirl of dizziness appears a moment too late.
The lights turn out.
“At peace,” it whispers.
Anguish no more.