bikinavisho

Water cool against my warm skin   Jumping, flailing, trying to get free Every breath not of air, but of water Drowning Heat burning inside like a fire, hotter Sweat melting with the chill blue water Every rush of the frigid water replaced with blazing skin Fever Current pushing abusively makes unwanted images fill my mind Energy leaving, evaporating like the water touching scorching skin Every attempt becomes weaker and weaker Drowning Arms cool like unmelting ice wrap around the burning skin of my stomach Clothes in tattered rags Every drop of energy has left—need air, rest Dying Current letting go, like a bored child w

       Secrets weaved in among truths, so that the colors fade and meld, now indistinguishable from one another. The observing party gasps, stepping back, catching a glimpse of the two different colors for a moment. Then they're the same again, the weavers smiling at her with rotten smiles full of nothing real, all of it a complex illusion.       Falling back into the same pattern, she continues weaving hers, the one that none but her can see, a private smile on her face. Something makes her guarded eyes glance up, a flash of color in the threads the two across from her are weaving. They smile at her again, that same false emotion. Another

Rebel Pull away from oppression Fight the separation Passion our only motivation Endure Food not necessity Create more trickery Future turns to savagery Escape Leave the tormented place Observe their smiling faces Perfection to our degradation Watch Slowly the hell of yours Seems better than their perfection The thorns have been spread Now bleed