there I am decaying in
garbled words that escape my mouth,
divine intervention necessary
to keep me balanced on the ground,
as I burst open my tongue
throwing darts of mantras of
the language inherent in my nature
(which I would understand but I couldn’t),
.
that replies to stories of the future devised
that coils around my toes, up my thighs
piercing the heart with screeching pain
of ability hindered by self
that disintegrates with the slightest touch,
.
I am wicked, wane, vulturous, picking,
biting into my own putrid flesh
that reeks of ignorance and curse
of being the being that I am,
.
the night doesn’t offer condolences
but hypnotizes me in a lullaby
and the day virtuously smiles
keeping me adrift on a rowing boat
that only stays afloat to be falling apart,
.
they come and suck my vicious blood
to be cursed with my curse that is,
they arrive and leave their marks
which I rip apart to flow more of my self
as a bait for the poor enemy to consume me
before I dissect myself into pieces
spread on a broken road, lungs deflated,
stomach churning feet away, and my heart
in my palms, leaking, shrieking, as life
strangles it into numbness and there’s silence
.
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