I leave you to your own devices…

Dissonance

I loathe this coarseness beneath my cheek.

I run my hand against beautiful flesh,

The skin rips further and further,

Until I draw a river of scarlet.

I feel my hand drenched in crimson elixir,

Seeping in the sensual creases of my palm.

My mind slowly wavers,

And I fall into this chasm of pathos.

Conscience

It paces back and forth,

Back and forth like a metronome in my head,

A beat always off.

It paces back and forth,

Back and forth trying to be audible,

A voice never heard.

I strained to keep up.

I strained to hear.

But when I realized it existed,

I knew it was too late.

I had already failed.

~Cindy Moon~