Old Poetry (image by Bunny Luna) (Patreon)

Poem from Nov 2003:

I was young, innocent

A virgin to cruelty and

Emotional toil. 

Under a homely roof

Living like all was bliss. 

But I did not realize

This life was fake. 

My friend, the spike 

And I were close. 

People would always say, 

“Look how great they get along!

How sweet! Those two!”

The days grew long. 

I began to fatigue. 

Then I noticed a small pain

In my side. 

I tried to ignore it. 

“It will go away”

But the days went on. 

It hurt more and more. 

And for once I realized- 

It was the spike. 

It was him the whole time. 

This thorn in my side…

This sudden point of view- 

This realization

Only made the pain worse. 

I asked quietly, and politely, 

“Will you please leave?”

But the spike did not hear- 

He thought I liked it. 

The spike caused such pain

I knew he must be removed. 

Ever so carefully- tenderly, 

I grabbed hold of it’s end. 

Waves of agony

Pulsated through my body

As I gripped; 

Steadily, I increased the pressure

And began to pull outwards. 

The feeling was so excruciating. 

“Will I survive?

Can I live without the spike?” 

Still I continued to pull. 

The spike was determined

To stay in my side. 

He tried to dig in more. 

“Don’t you love me?”

The spike asked, angelically. 

“We were the best of friends, 

The kind only found in fairytales!

We loved each other!

How can you just pull me out?”

Through the barrier

Of all my pain- 

I heard the spike’s pleas

And they pierced my heart- 

And drew tears to my eyes. 

“But I do love you…”

I admitted to the spike. 

With this there was hesitance. 

Should I pull out the spike, 

Until he is gone forever? 

I hope you appreciate me bearing my soul for you <3 Photo by Bunny Luna.