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Chapter 74 - Womb-Gene

(For some time I return to the masquerade dance,

eat food, talk, and enjoy myself. 

Then, the time stops and people are frozen in place,

their masks are suddenly gone

They have no face.

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Time falters.

Glasses freeze mid-air.

Every guest stands still — faceless.

I step outside.)

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It's very quiet now,

Silent and proud,

I have freed myself 

The Black Dahlia digs her own hell.

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I feel a mourning that holds no cause,

And wondered why I carry emptiness,

Until now. 

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I barely hear the faintest sound, 

I'd feel the dead more when she was around.

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I was more connected then, 

they were my friends.

The afterlife, my home and my refuge,

No offer could make me refuse

Ridding my life from energetic pulls,

I hope I can find the gulls. 

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Now that The Black Dahlia left

I cannot stop scanning these flower pots for the sickled ends,

Wondering what has happened to my stems. 

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When Mother destroyed forts,

They offered the biggest support.

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The ghosts stayed during my most haunted times,

Wow, I felt very much alive!

Now, I am the ghost, 

Emptiness ensued

Nothing more than a tainted fluke. 

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I remember when I would pursue the rose

I miss that version of myself the most:

The one that had chased the ghouls, goblins, and the ghosts,

And where I feared demons the most.

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This isn't a lie nor a plea,

I sense that the demons fear me,

Dahlia's womb-gene. 

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I wonder when I will be granted my abilities, and when,

I am the most alive when ghosts visit my witchy den.

I will never dull myself for weeds

That belonged to the Gardner's chemical breed.

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Dahlia and her nightly demons cannot entrap me,

There is no ownership; they are lonely.

I am the one that owns their world,

They live a nightmare that I control. 

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The womb-gene scares the gardner away

because he cannot inject poison through my veins 

nor can he lace my insides

with nightmares that would entrap my enlightened side. 

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Womb-gene, womb-gene

I reject her BPD,

Mother cannot own me

in life and death,

I am not her conquest.

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