Tears and Glimmers

  Roasting rainbow Zebra don't you see it's burning flesh? does it blister into sparkles? will it be covered with mesh? or will it be left to fester left to rot - amid a dancing jester singing 'that uniqueness you've got - well for that your future is bleak for that is what actually happens to those who are unique' and then there are the appropriating posers sucking from us til we're weak.. So the real rainbow zebra is now burning flesh as it roasts above the pit of fresh and flickering flames 'cause nothing other is best. For the beast could not be tamed when the reasons for it's madness were secretly maimed by the conventional medical game and so here they are the flickering flames unto sparkles unto ashes and then unto rain.   S.R. Ashcraft December 22, 2022

Just a little snapshot of my own private hell. my own unique nightmare The conundrum Where I dwell   You say that it can't be that bad? This isn't where you dwell. You haven't lived in this quiet hell. So secretly bad that my pride does swell If you only knew that I don't talk 'cause it's for that pride - but if you'd try my shoes - even my socks - You'd be shocked at what I hide.   And how wrenching my fears are of that being mocked and losing all my pride..   Afraid to open up as I'm vulnerable and I don't want the most bashful Parts of me attacked Un-instatiable And dishonorable Are the coping skills that I sometimes lack   When being strong enough To battle the unprecedented isn't good enough 'til it burns so resented   So right back, on my back When the world has turned its back Because trying to engage them Would be a society-hack   They can only seem to care For what they understand and in this alone am I Just a one-woman band   P...

(Originally written September 2022, Published December 2022)     You're an energy leech-er albeit in disguise and all I wants' for this to be over before it brings me demise    Your disgusting  pseudo-empathy grates like a chalkboard to me  because I smell  through what I cannot see I hear the ruffling birds hiding  in the trees   And these sounds and smells keep bringing me down til the end of a wine bottle is where I seem to drown   Yes, it seems that I'm allergic to  narcissistic personalities albeit in reality I'm terrified to break contact afraid that too will bring pain for the risk that still runs  like a cloud that's full of rain is the continuing harassment abuse, and stain campaigns   Can I block that acid rain in order to sever  this pain?   It's a pain like my arms'  secretly being twisted back when conversing with someone pretending to be what they lack but switch on to confuse to keep their evi...