Your therapy turned my
blood to bricks and my
eyes to corrupted
sapphires. Bang on my
hollow chest with a fist
until there's a sound. Like
a robot with rotting flesh
inside, you mosaicked me.
In pieces, no memory to
what I was before. There's a
countdown in place of my
heartbeat, swinging low like
an impending axe. Tastes of
red metal between teeth,
purple patterns on skin,
a soul wandering your
locked cage as terror
shrieks my skull into
nothing.
Carly is 23 years old and lives in Glasgow. Creative writing has been a passion that has stayed with her throughout adolescence and now into adulthood, maturing alongside her. "I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still" - Sylvia Plath