Saturday, October 18, 2014

Warmth

The sun no longer warms my skin
as I lie, weakened, beneath its smile,
pressing its face closer to mine
to kiss it with fiery extinction

No fog appears upon the mirror glass
while my lips press up against it
crushing their power forward 
like a bulldozer, relentless and cold

Movements rigid and uniform 
Bend knee, push forward, slam ground
Switch leg, repeat.  Progress measured
by the steps taken and almost complete.

Voiceless whines of chains and gears
screech behind a vacuous shell,
Metallic clangs of organs dropping
to the feet of a hollowed statue

The sun hides in the wake of the horizon
Piercing with pain through the flesh
That you stripped from me,
When all this time I thought I was human.