This Is What Was Left
I wrote this poem at a time when everything in my life felt too jagged to hold. I apparently go through life with a certain amount of pep and whimsy (in amongst all the profanity, of course). But somehow, that had all evaporated. This is what was left.
No Wrong Answers
Defeat
My aching bones creak beneath the weight of the mountains growing, out of my spine. Obsidian labours to pierce my flesh. Stretching my skin. Pulling it taut as I groan—straining to save my seams from being ripped apart. Jagged peaks emerge down my back. My leaden legs become sluggish—quivering under the burden you saddled me with. You latched a collar around my throat. I gasp for relief—suffocating. But you steal the breath out of my mouth. You summon me with a bell— a performing mule in your circus. It echoes through my mind. Haunting my restless sleep. My skull splits open. Blood, dripping down my face. Shackles bruise my ankles as you sink your claws into my rotting flesh. Pulling me deeper into madness. The acrid stench of my torture floods my senses. You unhinge your jaw to swallow my soul. Gulping, greedily— until my lifeless body lies discarded. Consumed. Crumpled at your feet. My trembling fingers reach to reclaim the pieces of me you scattered like seeds in your garden. You hover, over my shoulder. Your breath warms my neck. Sears my skin, branding me— until I’ve paid your price for my freedom. An insurmountable debt. You carved your faustian deal into my ribs. Your mark, smeared on my forehead with my own blood. You snicker when I prostrate myself begging—for a futile reprieve before your hunger for my soul rises again. The taste of my defeat only draws you closer. My eyes drip with bitter resignation as I watch you unhinge your jaw— again.
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