1. An Implication (Poetry)

-Fifty Nine-

Toxicity Burnt Out:

Do not read into the words I cry

When the darkest reaches are creeping in too close

For they are not real

The toxicity that drips from my chipped teeth

Born from the monsters I still can't kill

But take it from me, honesty on my word

The toxicity and I will not become one

I refuse to let it blend back into

The parts of me I've been trying to cleanse

The rebirth I am trying to provide

The storm I am weathering to understand my own name

In the words of a song I find comfort,

I hope my soul is changing. Praying.

To whatever inhibits the great beyond. 

To whatever being larger than I, larger than life,

Do not believe in the dark words I spout,

They are not real, they are constricted toxicity

Representing only the blood bath

They were born in.

I will be reborn. 

No matter how many aching walls, I have to thrust down

I am sorry.

For the person I have tried so hard to kill.

~J.K.M

On My Knees:

These days, a year reborn, I find the simplicity 

In falling to my knees.

Burning my pride when it has no place

Humble in the aspects I was too fearful to face

For my past and the demons I let win

The darkness, the anger, the things I cannot begin

To wash away my sins

Hard enough for

Scrubbing at skin, I will fall to my knees

Hoping, praying, grinding my teeth into a new being

I will change. 

I will change. 

I will not be, the venom, the hate

I will be a peeled back being

Skin hanging, fingernails bleeding

To you, to him, to the earth I was born in

I apologise with the utter most sincerity 

I will kneel, content in my punishment on my knees

Comfort in the knowing

That I will never once again be what has already been.

~J.K.M