Summer Streets by Cyni Poeti 2018

Heat bakes in
Takes Away
The fear , the loathing
Rests beside me
Hollow - full - It's all the same
All Knowing
Turning innocence into molten plastic dolls
Dripping with heat marking the repression
The words that were never said
Painted on haunted childhood playthings in red
Broken toys dripping chemicals and heat into the blockaded heart
To remember
Is to slowly kill yourself
Some memories are meant to die amongst the dreams forgotten
Aged emotions resurfacing cut through the lost life
Thrashing cords in my gut

Flaws
The control you possess
Chases me down the corridor of self hate
The never banned walls of not good enough
Crumble under the gold palettes
Naked ritual oceans won't save the imperfections
Mirrors proof of your disinterest
Mouth nailing the coffin closed
 The shrinking violet clawing the edge of dirt
Falling down the well of fantasy
She made pretend
for a season
Feeding the death of emotion

Cyni Poeti 2018

Closed doors Cyni Poeti 2018

I want to shut down
Give me the thorn to bleed on
Tell me why I  need to feel
the pain this inflicts
When will the need to be you fall away
Kitten pout and the need to stop
All blood leaves my face
when the mirror shatters
All delusions of acceptability
You are under my fingernails
The screaming scratches of not good enough
The sun fades behind the sequins
The fire in me put out
Under competition of yellow and intellect
Watch me fizzle under your feet
Pierce me , mark your spot