AN IDIOTIC CS

 As the time ticks down, our anxiety grew.

Yet we still sat unmoving, a little slouch on this chair.

Our brain mindlessly watch, the story on the screen.

We had a nagging brief thought, that we couldn't really see.

More like, didn't really want to see...

The dragging feeling, heaviness, pressure.

"what are you feeling right now?"

"nothing" we don't want to feel.

"nothing" is really better.

"nothing" is really safer, but it's not, is what we were told.

It reminded us of that time, when we sat quietly watching them. Feeling safe in our little cave.

They were so far, and quiet, we didn't feel the pain.

"it's better, to face them. So that we can heal and feel less fear" is what we were told.

We think he lies, our time had already past.

He's gone, and it's always not us, never will be us..

What is play time?

What is shame?

A broken toy?

A broken child?

Is she a thing?

Is she tame?

Is she something that can be claimed?

An unchanging stone, a gun with blanks

A chilling cold that eats the bone. a raging storm beneath the sea

A tuneless melody plays through the trees.

A silent scream of pain and shame

A broken anger left untame,

Kept in a box to keep her safe.

Maybe one day all this will end, 

with only the remains of her bloodstains.

We couldn't catch our breath,

under the feather pillow

We tried to laugh, as we play 

Ignoring the panics of breathless gasp.

Then we became frozen

our little minds screamed

Then we became frozen

our little minds stays blank

Then we remain frozen

so that we couldn't understand

because we didn't understand

so that we didn't understand.

 

Anger storms and screams

Yet she can't be free

the cycle of sun rise and sun set

The beauty and the ugly.

 one slit, two slits, 3 slits

one slash and a spill

How deep, is too deep?