'God Made Me.'

Cookie dough innocence
painted
on walls,
fingerprints of time

cracked
the hourglass

each aspiration
of youth

sheared.

My virtuoso performance

through the window
beyond night,
swallowed
the created mind,

etched the route of evil
behind those deep brown eyes:

eaten

the reality of waking.

Siphoned celluloid memories
cascaded,
laughter drowned by rivers
ragged tears

the truth
the dare

whispered,
the final sneeze missed

mother's nurture.

Read between the lines and
saw

looked beneath the surface and
heard

shallow screams served cold

scratching at the deep white,
the endless circle
of my belligerent landscape.

Frame after frame
torched

by my hand

ridicule at conception
reached inside,

stripped
dignity as
desire fled death

without conscience

God made me.

© 2007 Michaela James.