It’s
a shattered breastbone, and reigning terror, to utter your name.
Souls
are flooded with silt…and subsurface algae…to coddle a
nightmare. There’s undertow, and algorithms, to tour
the high
seas…and
mothers are mourning, where children vomit…to
cough
up gremlins. We awaken to serpents…to
hear them hissing…
and
epiphanies rapture thoughts. We hold
to hatred, like newborn
sons…screeching
through voiceprints. We splay love…and hope for
love…where
love is sacrificed. Indeed. Cherish the soul
you
love…as not to kill—the soul you love!
Who gives love…for
a
vest of death…crying for no reason?
To look…is to perish…
where
a voice is screaming, “Love.” Its
froward waves, and
bleeding
moons, to hold to death…and why to hate…when eyes
awaken…to
know for wrong! We vanish…fully
scarred…seeking
a
surgeon…for hearts are strewn…shattered in parts…in need of
surgery. Oh mend the times…to reverse the times…to
a place of
trust;
for hell has spoken, an internal language, where culprits laugh.
It’s a choir, to heal a soul, fallin’ into
liturgy…and raindrops fall,
to purge the venom…where many return.
