I feel the rage
breathing down the back
of my neck
again
like the dragon's breath.
Lock myself
back in this cage
feeling the beast
rattle my bones
wanting to be free
again.
Without you
there is nothing
left but this hate,
violence
becomes my addiction
when the love
begins to turn
gray.
I will keep
clawing at my walls
until they
start to bleed
losing sight
of myself
I want to howl
at the moon,
and devour
the world.
I still remember
what it is like
the way they scream
when there is
venom in my blood stream.
Offer myself
upon the alter
laughing inside
when the ravens
come to feed.
My heart is death
when I lose sight
of you,
I feel you inside me,
moving shard of glass.
Peeking through mirror
fragments.
Eyes like hunger, mouth of tears.
Salivating
ghost so long, your birth will be my death.
I broke all of your toys
but you,
you stole my burning feathers.
Raw,
flayed,
ugly,
stupid
child, don't you know wings hurt?
Get back in, my old.
- I.E.C. 9/18/13
Her ears will ring,
eternally,
with my keening.
Screeching, wailing,
the cacophony of
my tormented dirge
endlessly echoing.
An ululating chorus of
inhuman voices
she can never hope
to mute.
My cackling squall
will flay her in a private
hell of my design.
Shame hands out its casual lies --
the ones you find cruising the neighborhood
or smoking on the pleated outskirts
of the inadvisable --
with Orphean precision and
a cautious inattention to detail.
This had been a long time coming, she said,
as she shucked it of miserly virtue,
revved up the blame machines
then pistol-whipped it with its own gun.
They found it later, stuffed in a dumpster,
still no foreign countries visible
but haute-righteous protocol eye-up
in a pool of glaring consistency.
Personification of the specious, yes,
but myth said that hardly mattered now.
Y (Sssss)
^^^^
If only time would milk
your memories from me like venom
from this viper’s fangs.
But every time I smile
thoughts of you flood my gullet.
I expel my tongue,
bifurcated like so many things you are;
-Your treacherous speech.
-Your polarizing embrace.
-Your divisive affections.
I bite down.