CoralConstellation

The thought of you sends shivers down my spine. Tight clenched fists Nails digging into soft flesh Tiny scarlet globs appearing in jagged lines as cuts form. Your words make me sick. My head; a tormented chaos. A thousand tiny jigsaw pieces being thrown around, Scattered across black and white memory lane. These pieces never manage to make a clear picture, I can only pick a few up before gales fly them away, Like tiny paper birds, escaping from their soul string cage. Your messaages are imprinted into the prison bars of my mind. Like a psychological tattoo, Schizophrenic scars. You made sweet promises on bitter Sundays, Like a