LionFields

I wake up every morning tired of living in a haze, tired of delirium. My soul is on automatic pilot, on broken robot in mourning, whose cold eyes are glazed. Suddenly, a voice calls, "Miriam!" It is Violet. That monster comes into my room.     How dare it. It asks me, "How do you do?"     What do you think? It asks, "Are you okay?"     I will be... if you leave. That monster cares for me, but I scorn it and its ways. My heart no longer knows of a door or a key. Maybe, I am the monster... Miriam the Monster.

“Why are you smiling?” Slowly blinking away the golden flecks of a striking peck, I dreamily turn to his voice. Once Upon a Time, when days were not grime, spells resonated white bones of dead trees unable to see the blazing sun. I breathe as my face is wreathed with chilly puffs, “Do you have my trust?’ Dark brown eyes stare. High above the Sea of Benevolence, I wonder, “How shiny does the diamond love twinkle?” If only my hand could snatch away the black visor who covers the stars unashamed. He sighs, “Do I?” Faraway into Blank Future, there is nothing but black pens, white paper, and de

The world and heaven and hell embrace a chromatic spell. Mobility drizzles and drips like melted caramel, but my hands sit still. They used to be clear, but now, they are black. Wait, it has to be more than that. They are a storm of darkness brewing throughout my body. I curl up into my imaginary alley to begin sleeping for all eternity. However, a shriek above my eyes expresses the frustration inside. It reminds me what I am fighting for: the colors shaking furiously in front of my eyes. They tell me, “Wake up! You are alive!”

A white lioness will lurk in the fields of lugubriosity. Darkening the muddy depths, lie beasts more fearsome than thee. Words. People. Emotions. illuminate memories as the beasts fun free. What will this be? What is happening? She will open her mouth, but a roar cannot come out.

Sand will fall down the hourglass. Falls slowly die into winters. Snow fell for what felt like eternity. Life passes by until its reason for living becomes as cold as snow and as dry as sand.

Here I am breaking a promise. I thought it would last forever. I had zealously endeavored, But how can I embrace air? Am I hatching into anything? Am I slipping into something? There arrives a cynical cackle As the maniac twist and twirls As my mind swirls and whirls. Ah, it is a sweet, intoxicating elixir. It bestows a sense of easy happiness, But the mirror betrays me as a witness. The eyes see a troubled young girl With dried tears on a pale face That could use every thread of grace. The girl screams and shrieks. She jabs and stabs the glass As by and by the hours pass. Blood spills down her arm. A shard is gravely close

One red heart is a measure of Cupid. Two is trouble; three is a triangle. My inhalation of that moment rooted; My suffocation from space reliable. Like a cosmonaut I float through dark matter Wondering where is the savory sun. Like stars in the sky should lasting love scatter? Consign to oblivion memorable fun? Knowing I could fall apace from such great heights, I planned with ignited intent to overcome The supermassive hole from the ebony bite In order to sew the heart, bloody and numb. I do not wish to be an adage, a damsel Lying about in a confused, clouded castle.