I was slowly
drifting off
to the sound of
my own
screaming,
and from under
the floorboards
of my sanity,
all you could
say was:
Fuck you,
Get better,
and deal with it,
which made me
cry tears
of blood and
volcanic ash
until I passed
out
from the lava
stuck in my
lungs
and regained consciousness
just long enough
to miss my
brother
and his kind and
gentle spirit
that always
grounded me
when my madness
became too much
for me
or anyone else
to bare.
And in the
night,
my demons tore
at my skin,
mouths dripping
blood,
stripped me
naked
and laughed
throwing coins
in my face
which you didn’t
seem to think
was a problem.
But even so,
I felt a steady
beat
deep within me,
a purging
pulsing
that thumped my
body
awake to
tease the
twilight,
make her moan
and beg for more
until her
pleasure
made her smile
wide and wonderful.
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