Alex Wilmott

Words

Rage

12th October 2016

18:25

Like a blind assassin, my rage at the nothingness crashes its way through town and village. Destroying all that falls in its path.

The indiscriminate lashing of flesh with flame.

I hear nothing but the monstrous rushing of my own blood as I

rip

and

tear

and

claw

my way across the kingdom we built together.

 

All of your kindness and love crackles as its charred forms are left scattered in my wake.

For now I am the destroyer,

the bringer of pain and suffering

of weeping widows

and childless mothers.

 

The Hole in my Chest

30th June 2016

08:54

I wake up every morning with a hole in my chest.

It is about the size of a bowling ball and you can see straight through it.

 

And where my heart used to be, the moth,

trapped in a droplet of water,

flutters its damp and damaged wings.

Spreading a dust of scales across the cavity, which once held my heart.

 

The Cleansing

4th October 2016

13:08

The rain came down;

Huge weighted balloons of water

breaking through the leaves to

crash

upon my window ledge.

 

And as I lay,

motionless,

 

I longed for it to pound

down upon my body

 

 

and

wash

me

away.

 

© Alexandra Wilmott 2018