Stepping out of the house,
The brisk winter air
At once assaults my bare skin,
An airy wake, ethereal.
I leap against their constrict,
Tearing through the boundaries
They reinforce, espoused
Silently, unconsciously;
Superegoic limitations,
Societal falsifications.
The only sounds:
The gentle patterned pitter patter
Of the rain, and my
Feet landing soft and brusque
On the damp, black pavement;
My breath, noiseless to
The surrounding world, deaf,
Dumb, like the roar of ocean’s
Tide in my own ears,
Gathering, crashing, ebbing,
Repeating, seeming lacking
End, until the last wave
Falls, and calm
Settles in, and lives
Beyond a notion.
This is a living hell. I’m on edge all the time, always waiting, always fearful. I don’t even have to do anything wrong, he just hits me when he feels like it. The sick bastard gets so much enjoyment out of it. I can’t wait for karma to get a hold of him.
Jessica
Living is the delusion that to breathe is to be alive.
Stepping out of the house,
The brisk winter air
At once assaults my bare skin,
An airy wake, ethereal.
I leap against their constrict,
Tearing through the boundaries
They reinforce, espoused
Silently, unconsciously;
Superegoic limitations,
Societal falsifications.
The only sounds:
The gentle patterned pitter patter
Of the rain, and my
Feet landing soft and brusque
On the damp, black pavement;
My breath, noiseless to
The surrounding world, deaf,
Dumb, like the roar of ocean’s
Tide in my own ears,
Gathering, crashing, ebbing,
Repeating, seeming lacking
End, until the last wave
Falls, and calm
Settles in, and lives
Beyond a notion.
This is a living hell. I’m on edge all the time, always waiting, always fearful. I don’t even have to do anything wrong, he just hits me when he feels like it. The sick bastard gets so much enjoyment out of it. I can’t wait for karma to get a hold of him.
Living is the delusion that to breathe is to be alive.