Young Writers Society

[EDIT: fifth draft]

i was thrust
and the womb of the world opened up
springing forth
i rose dripping from this birthplace
and opened my eyes
i cry for comfort
the arms that hold me cease
now in a universe void of the love i seek
alone
there is no place for me here
in the realm of real
what?
there is other-where i must be
other ones i must be
i am destined for
other
blazing wax falls drip drop
from the back of my skull
with the same tune
trapped echoing off the cavity of my mind
cavities in my brain eating away
every day the torture recycles
hunkered in my promethean half-life
listen
can you hear?
there is a wind blowing to tear the universe at the seams
wings of 3
they black the sky
in a flood of merciless anger
i know not why they have come or why
they are called
when one of my sex is scorned
i can hear them in the distance
calling for their sacrifice
soft and ominous
as a distant thunder
blackness biding time
and i this sacred child and child not
this man must die for the girl
i am
i was
am not
none of this is real
and yet real beyond imagining
LET ME OUT
paint splatter wound patter
on canvas i saw all
and saw none
catching faeries
crying furies
holding magics intangible in my
childs
girls
mans
hands
this is how the world will end
i whimper
in the darkness of my own existence
hold my hand mother
i am scared of myself
of my
selves
roaming the world
seeking new life each night
filling my gollums veins
child of neverland
take my hand resurrect and free me
i will live forever
no matter how often i may die