Unwrapping lithium.

UNWRAPPING LITHIUM.
sneak

Harsh realities lie in wait beneath heavy blankets of sleep. Paralysed
limbs that know the pain of a wounded past will soon face the onslaught
of another vicious day. She stirs. A euphoric sun slays shadows as
awakening eyes slay dreams. She never got the joke because she was the
punch? line. Pretty girls make victims she thinks as she slips in to
clothes that will bury her perfection. Knots in her stomach are
loosened one by one as she feeds her depression on lithium. She never
quite manages to undo them fully. She is a teenage tourniquet, pulling
ever tighter on my troubled heart. And I love her.

Soft leather sofas, the colour of death, provide false comfort as
hateful memories are dragged from her prison mind. Yet still they
persist with their inane questions. Textbook psychologists with
textbook tones and smiles pull thoughts as if extracting teeth. She can
only lower her guard in the safety of empty rooms. She can only lower
eyelids in the presence of dreams. She will leave with a smile that she
had prepared earlier from the remnants of other people's contentment.
She will discard such tyranny without a thought as she leaves empty
hearted and desolately low.

Inane wolf-whistles from sex starved cretins with beer bellies and
brutal laughs fly over her head as she waits impatiently for a bus to
whisk her away to nowhere. I wrap bare limbs around emptiness as I
feign a contented sigh that will be lost to the damp musty air of this
cold barren room. I surrender to sleep and catch reality off guard.
With her on my mind I will sink ever deeper.

She relates to fallen outsiders that tout flesh for chemicals whilst
displaying openly wrecked lives. She forgets herself for one blissful
moment and allows eyelids to drop in unison beneath a nuisance sky. The
world seems far more attractive when obscured behind the rendering of
black mascara shutters. She will miss the last bus, preferring instead
to catch her death as December pulls short the day in frozen gasps.
Leaden skies continue to assault the concrete horizon. She is at home
in the midst of such cemented decadence. I am at home in the throws of
unconscious release. All I ever wanted is all I will never know, for
all I do know is manufactured love built on the foundations of my own
furtive imaginings.

Misguided and misjudged chemicals hold the keys to life altering
smiles. She wonders, as do I, if such upturned lips are traceable on
our sleep-frozen faces? Or are the welding of worries in to troubled
brows more austere in the clutch of a nocturnal embrace? Together,
alone, we will face tomorrow knowing less than we know now.

I will meet you in the void that exists between hopes and dreams. I
will hold you and ask nothing before requesting the world with a kiss.
Lips that have caused these paralysed smiles can only sedate such
aches. My psychological enquiries have led me here to you. Held within
your own marbled limbs as smiles dance serenely over unwrapped lithium.
You will take the lead in dreams as I, never far behind, follow closely
in mine.