Tattooed Butterflies

Butterfly tattoo negative 1

Tattooed Butterflies

She kept her friends inside the pages of her notebook
Hidden neath the mattress
Neath the satin where she dreamed
She wandered through the darkness
Through the poems within her mind
Poetry of her life that never rhymed
The ink with which she penned
From the wells of mystic streams
Mixed within delusions of her dreams

But tomorrow never lingered in the verses on the page
Hidden neath the mattress
With her amber bottled sage
She wandered in illusions
Of her tattooed butterflies
Hiding softly neath the lace
Of her disguise
Pages of her notebook
Painted hues of naked truth
Hidden in the darkness of her youth

She kept her friends inside the pages of her notebook
Hidden in the shadows
Of delusions lost in time
She wandered through the ruse
Of the music near her breast
Poetry of her life that’s left undressed
Left beneath her pillow
Dreams of tattooed butterflies
Hiding softly neath the lace
Of her disguise

Michael33

Sadly… the Rain

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photo credit: martinak15 via photopin cc

Sadly… the Rain

 
The darkness has crept in early tonight
Thick clouds forcing themselves upon me
Their wetness about to flow onto my skin
Drenching me in that which I so despise
 
This will be the last time that it will happen
I will not and cannot tolerate your insistence
Of penetrating my soul with your repulsive proclivity
That you so proudly strut into hell night after night
 
I know that I will face consequences beyond my belief
But they will be far more acceptable than what
You have caused me to endure, over and over again
Until the hate for you within me has come to boil
 
I cannot stop you in this moment…
Your strength so overpowers me
That I have little recourse to prevent
Your self-exalted existence from consuming my fragility
 
Your darkness will never again touch my skin
Not mine… or that of any other unsuspecting innocent…
Tonight I will leave you melded into your ignorant self indulgence
Knowing that you will be the only one
That you ever had the capacity to love
 
I will plead insanity if I must…
For you were the one that led me there…
I will plead self defense if I must…
For you are the one who has beaten me into
The submission of my own soul
 
I will not spend another moment inside your hell…
You will no longer possess my soul for your own self-gratification
This time… the blood that is splattered on the bedroom wall
Will not be that of my own…
 
Sadly… you could have been my hero
Sadly… I once thought you were my knight in shining armor
Sadly… you could have been the love of my life
Sadly… you could have been loved by the person
I used to be… before you…
Sadly… I will enjoy the rain falling onto my skin
Washing away all that you have stood for…
Sadly… no one will notice your disappearance…

Sadly…

Copyright © 2014 Steven Michael Sanders

Sadly… I must disappear until tomorrow…
I will plead insanity if I must…

Michael33

In the Name of Love

Hands

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In the Name of Love

 
I stood before you bleeding
From the sharpness of your misguided words
My rapid, shallow breathing
Attempting to pull the oxygen back inside me
From the blood spilled on the table
 
I’ve seen you walk out through that door
So many times before
Knowing that you would, soon…
Realize how very much you loved me
And return to the scene of the crime…
To pick up the pieces of me
You so easily left lying on the floor
 
But never before tonight,
Had you left me in such a large pool of blood
Gasping for the air
That you had sucked out of me…
My heart pounding so hard
That my body throbbed back and forth
Like the pendulum of the clock
With the broken glass…
Scattered along the wall around it
 
You had practiced it so many times before
That you could slam that door so hard
It sounded much like the shotgun blast
We heard in the hallway of our first apartment…
Right outside our door…

Your ex…

The one before me… 

I thought he was going to kill us both
Until you threw some of your things into a trash bag
And left with him…
For nearly a week…
With not so much as a phone call…

My heart nearly leapt from my body
When you walked back through that door
With that smile of yours…
And your ‘hi, sweetie’ greeting
With an explanation that wouldn’t have
Fooled a two year old…
 
Your explanations never mattered to me though
With the excitement I felt in my soul
Each time you returned…

I easily forgot about the scratches on my face…
My blood stained clothes…
The multitudes of deep scars ingrained within my skin
Serving as reminders that will last for a lifetime…
 
And of course… my broken heart…
 
None of that mattered…
 
You were here with me now…
Longing to stimulate the passion within me
That you know can so easily be aroused with
Just your touch…
Your kiss…
 
I know that you’ll stay this time…
And feel the enormous love that swells inside me
For your passion, your presence beside me
And appreciate what I am so readily offering you…
My heart…
I know that you’ll stay this time…
 
At least for a few days
 
The scratches are healing nicely…
The bruising around my nose and eyes
Have turned from black into hues of greens and yellows…
There is only a small stain left on the carpet
And only a slight discoloration of the table top
Where I so carelessly spilled my blood upon it
 
No one ever told me that love wouldn’t last forever…
I wouldn’t have believed them if they had…
No one ever told me that you’d leave again with whomever…
I’ll try real hard to never make you mad…
 
No one ever told me that love wouldn’t last forever…
I wouldn’t have believed them. lying together in our bed…
No one ever told me that the news man soon would say
That you walked out through that door…
 
And left me dead…

© 2014

Okay… admit it… this one took you by surprise…

Please have a
Safe…
Peaceful…
Affectionate evening…

And please…
Don’t live with domestic abuse of any kind…
Physically, mentally, or emotionally!

Michael