Naked Leavings by Candice James - HTML preview

 PREMATURELY DEAD

Candice James

Copyright 2009

Many of the living in my world

Have become prematurely dead to me.

I wished and prayed they’d come into my life

Then I winked and blinked them out of existence;

Scissored their paper hearts

Out of my living breathing mansion of love.

I buried each disappointment along with a

Tiny chunk of my heart deep underground

Where I’ll never ever be able to find it again.

I’ve thrown away all my maps and directions.

I never want to visit this random village of venom again.

I’ve seen sunsets so rich and luxurious in color

And been tempted to revisit the graveside of

A few undead ghosts I so mercilessly killed

In a heartbeat;  In a heartache;  In my heart.

I have the power to resurrect them at will,

But I do not choose to give them life or love.

They drained the love and life out of me

Then shelled me, ate me up ravenously and

Spit me out like a rancid piece of meat;

Many still living in my world cause me discomfort

Like a fishbone that’s stuck but doesn’t choke.

I long to delete them from the book of life.

Hang them outside the scope of my vision;

Outside the range of my hearing;

Dead to me.

Yes, many of the living in my world

Have become prematurely dead to me.

Dead to me

Forever.