bruises and broken bones

why do you never show?

I'm trapped

broken and bleeding

all alone in my birdcage.

I guess that's just how it goes sometimes.

the light enters sometimes,

it's not always regal blackness

it can be lilac

it can be love

but mostly it seems

it's just

poison

I know that's how life can be

but I seem force-fed more of the toxin

then of the light.

and it makes me wonder,

why I'm being forced at all

why these bruises cover my ever strangled throat

why my ribs always seem cracked and burnt

why I feel like I am lost,

with the malevolent hand of some false god pushing me forward.

oh wait,

that's my hand,

isn't it?