Chaotic Fragments

The lady silent

Above her hairband

Seemingly dyed hair

Rips from its roots

Dripping down the face

And into the eyes

Streaming down the cheeks

And when half the face gone mad

Approaching the neck


She sits silent

As many would scream

She has a vacant expression

When many would claw out their eyes


Who is this many?

Well they are in all of us,

When lady chaos

Is revealed

By a ripped piece of skin

Or an opening eye/mouth

Many scream

And writhe in the disorientation


But this lady

Is calm

And as the visions

Burst from her in vivacity

She channels them through her fingers

Onto a solid life


Poetry written for Real Toads and art done by Lisa Graham.

8 thoughts on “Chaotic Fragments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s