opportunities of a destructive nature
anger dies away
with new pleasures
bestowed upon me
capturing the attention
longing forgotten, new ones presented
my body, a temple
of great release
Straining, provocatively I creep
past the window to the door
looking at the reflection, of a past
not so distant I can still feel
the tremors, coursing, feeding through the veins
posioning this un-wholly being
recklessly turning from that mirror
that shines so brightly upon my soul
Shattering it to the ground
as I walk away, desperately trying not to step on the shards
Somehow getting caught between toes of inhibitions
blood oozing from those cuts onto glistening white floors.