(#46) Trauma Response From The Restricted Past

Flash tundra, emerge, my knees buckle,
Losing balance, my heart's veins tangle up,
The mind trips over the frost covered plains
The gravity within is no longer stable.

The ground shakes violently,
The snow cuts deep into the skin
The vertebrate is stung by frostbites-
Cripples the entire structure of the

Host, those words are kryptonite
They are poison, they are glass shards
They are the ones that swallow colour
From the world, they are tormenting

The ground I walk are laden with trip mines,
My curious mind will take my feet to the
Kill, my eyes did not scan the ground, not until
I heard the wire tug, the pin's chime, the clicks.

If only the shards and blast were fatal-
They are not, they penetrate deep within the heart,
And mind, and with every beat, it slices me alive-
Flesh like chilled meat strips at the butchers'.

I cannot see it any more, the emergency bell
Sounds an alarm through the night
That no one will hear, for the
Entire dimension has frozen over.

Amongst the crystals and snow,
The fear, the black and the grey,
Stands I who cries out into the bitter gale,
"I loved you so much, I smiled as you murdered me."