Submissions by LizB

When I was 5 we had a
piñata hanging from the ceiling.

5 years later we had another piñata.
I thought about what the piñata felt like,
while he was hanging from the ceiling.

This year will be 5 years since I have thought
about the piñata hanging from the ceiling.

Now I am the one hanging from the ceiling.










*Did not write this my friend did but it's really good so I put it here, I do not take any credit for this

Torture me,
for your cuts are from love
Kiss me dear,
then leave me for dead
Make me breathless and push me off a bridge,
Beat me senseless then love me so I cringe
Why do I endure your type of love?
If that is what it is anymore
So I can get close,
Close enough to get the heart I've been deprived of

Will I ever stop loving you? It's like asking the flowers to never bloom. I wish I was dead so you would notice why, that even in the underworld I would scream your name and Mephistopheles would grow weary of my screams and bring you here, forever with me. Yet you stab and you scrape at this heart you once ached, and for what? This soul is not designed to your liking? Of course because YOU are the affected one here in your mind. Kill me and save me the agony for you do not understand that, no prick nor blade will cause me pain. You emptied it all out, just like that of a drain. But in spite...

I am dead. You made it so dear. I cut and you tore while the blood splattered on the floor. The wound is open, allowing you inside to rip the arteries God designed. I wish this could have been different. But you ripped me and cut me open like a child peeling away at his scab. This scab, so infected with your filth and mistreatings and misleadings. You who I once begged for and yearned for till that moon showed up in the sky. It was once so clear and beautiful but you violated the innocence and love out of me. This grimliest of reapers is my friend now. He takes away the soul I no longer want...