You’re Higher Than me and I’m on a Mountain

 scraping and tearing my pasty skin,
blood splattering the brush and bramble,
painting this ugly obstacle red.


shaking hands gripping the edges,
of this not - so - mystical mountain,
cutting into my story lines,
making them even more dysfunctional than they were.

muddy water filling each cut on my ghostly skin,
stinging just a little less than your lies.
infection setting in.


red moistens the corners of my mouth,
as I bite my tongue,
and you run yours.


your words like a disease,
I search for a way to
cure you of your ailments.


running, with tangled feet,
scraping and tearing my pasty skin,
blood splattering the brush and bramble,
painting this ugly obstacle red,


as I search for a pulse,
a beat......
any sign of your heart.