Plasticity of fragility

 

She shines through broken smile.

A simile of the miles her

mind has strayed already today.

The gaps between teeth;

pits she has fallen in,

but her mind is turmoil swirled

storms of denial. Finality

at the thought

of a door kicked shut. Hurt

at the scars it has dug up.

99 smiles of unbridled joy,

undone by one grimace of pain

at the thought of another night

under the same roof as her thoughts.

 

Fingernails dig into clenched fist,

indent where a ring once bit

like teeth chewing into

chicken drumstick bones.

Her moans

scatter her home as

she swings

and hits concrete reality,

bruising only her sanity.

Crumbled dust

and smeared blood mix

on freshly vacuumed carpet.

 

I'm so sick of this shit.

 

She hears that voice echoing

in warbling cascades of grey.

Failed screams

rebound from fragile walls.

Her angry breath never levelling,

a kettle simmering, a rolling

shimmer, ticking

like a countdown timer. 3 2 1

Then boom. It's done.

Boiling over

in foaming eruptions

that seem to last forever.

 

Her frustration at not being

who she was supposed to be.

A life lived in a lie,

a mannequin by his fragile side.

This was all supposed

to make me happy, I have

all I ever dreamt of,

but my mind betrays

my facade of glee.

The plasticity of my fragility

painted in shades of blue;

The life laid out for me.