Submissions by Lebby

The dark abyss is somewhat unsettling; it is mysterious and gloomy, rather like my mind. However, I was never taught that this abyss would be the death of me, that it’s unknown could be filled with hate and expectations that are near too impossible to meet. “Don’t do that, you won’t fit” that longing to eat has since forth become obsolete, the desire to be praised is now craved, my mind is now occupied with the thoughts of others, teeming with the need to be demeaning to lovers, how can anyone live this way? My thoughts cannot be contained; they can be seen as if laid out like a buffet,...

My fists are bruised,
And my soul is soothed.

My legs leak blood,
And the pain is gone in a flood.

The smell of burning hairs,
Coming from downstairs.

The trail of drips,
Careful not to slip.

A view of a rope,
Obviously no hope.

Something is hanging,
My heart is banging.      

Some legs can be seen,
What a scene.

Something slim,
Could it be him?

My worst nightmare,
Hanging above a highchair.

Looking too his face,
My heart starts to race.

He’s motionless, ...