Poets Requiem

I think I am sick

So very sick

I’ve let someone in with ill intent

I’ve confided in the devil,

I opened my mind, and he scored my brain with his whitened teeth

I wasn’t good enough to eat

So he spat the pieces back in my mouth

Using me

Against myself

In my gluttonous need for love I swallowed every piece

He has poisoned me!!

Or was it I who poisoned myself?

I yell, I weep, I shriek, I’ll keen!!

Bludgeoned

I yell, I weep, I shriek, I’ll keen!!

Mauled

I yell, I weep, I shriek, I’ll keen!!

Rended

I yell, I weep, I shriek, I’ll keen!!

You cannot silence me!

For I am the ears you use to hear it

I am the scabs you pick and I am the sting in your eyes

I hurt you because I love you

Cry

Attack!

Beg with your knees on the ground, and your head in the dirt

My devotion is innate like the beating of your heart

The gift of fire in the hands of a fool

And I will feast on you

(A. Phoenix)

A

Perpetually outpaced

Inalienable rot

Insatiable to what you know

Yours to carry

Yours to feed

Yours to feel

To protect and exploit

Dear like the flowers sprouting from your womb

For it is you

And everything you have ever known

(A. Phoenix)