One-Way Mirror

I watch from the shadows,

Apart.

I listen from this bed,

Paralyzed.

I am like a spirit,

Invisible,

Not physical.

I am watching through a one-way mirror.

And yet I’m the one in distress.

 

Numb-But-Not;Helpless;Separated

Each day, more distress.

Each day, another horror.

Each time, I feel awful.

 

I am scared and angry but conditioned.

I can’t do anything; nothing at all.

I am separated; not connected.

 

It’s all “there.”

In that realm.

Higher up.

 

I can’t affect it,

And it not me,

So it does them,

Treading crushed lives,

Ever-closer to me.

 

Ten Icks

[Content warning: potentially disturbing/graphicly gory descriptions]

Life;

This hellish calm storm of fury.

 

Law;

Chains and death machines of control.

 

Lies;

Snares and hooks that numb your brain whilst shredding it apart before your glazed eyes.

 

Lake;

Toxins disguised as treats, unavoidable even with knowledge.

 

Lax;

The ultimate cause of our demise, that stupidity of wanting to be happy.

 

Late;

Two meanings, too late both ways, as we are all late and may as well be.

 

Lure;

That sickening lie, worst of all, killing us with pleasure.

Lair;

The unreachable Fortress where they reside whilst destroying us and themselves.

 

Lung;

That vital organ soon ripped out or decaying itself whilst making us limp and stumble over the edge.

 

Loss;

That inevitable and looming result which snatches the only thing keeping us sane and alive.

 

Care

They…care?

About me?

They don’t…

Blame me?

Hate me?

As I do?

 

It’s…not my fault?

I’m…not to blame?

I…am not evil?

I…can be helped?

 

I’ve lived too long like this.

Please help.

 

- Lily