I watch your self-mutilation in wonder,
your goring,
your seamless internal plumage,
and holy wreckage,
spilling onto my bedroom floor,
abominably pure.
One thousand eager doorbells,
ringing and pleading,
anxious to deliver
all the severed hands you have
in your arsenal.
The gods had it right
when they loved us into the ground;
plucking out our endless eyes,
rolling everlasting stones with our arms,
turning us to delightful salt pillars abundant,
ripping our hearts out with tender fingers
and feral savagery.
It is what we always wanted.
Our love songs are cannibal menus,
our endearments are boiled chains,
which sear our wrists and spirits,
like lace-veiled branding irons,
my sordid volcanic mastery come to life.
We would scoff at anything less.
Omg. You are brilliant, lady. I have a new favorite site. Thank you, Eric, for the formal introduction on your page.
My dear, you so deserve this award. 🙂
Wow, so many thanks.
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Absolutely beautiful.
thank you so much.
This one is a real shot in the gut. My kind of stuff!
Always here to shoot people with my words 😉
I would tag this as religion as well.
good call.
Very powerful prose. A great use of imagery and swords of the tongue, those words which readers find most hard to forget. 🙂 Eric
Thank you!
What descriptive prowess !
Why, thank you.
I love what you do with myth.
thank you. thank you for reading and…just for it all.
This is more than a poem… it’s a glorified quotation of carnal Elysium.
If I’d known that’s what it was, I would have tried to do it more justice.
Mankind is a myth. We’re hollow ghosts coasting on nuclear fumes, ashes and dust.