Part 1: Irritation
Pulsing veins tick
to the hum
of a quaking
bomb, clicking
down
each
second
Hairs vibrating
across thin layers
of papery skin,
swatting at invisible
crawling pests
Ears spilling over
the edges
with a
tuneless throbbing,
with an
endless numbing rhythm
that buzzes like
a mocking mosquito
Lungs ballooned
and heavy with
vicious words, ready
to strike
with every
exhalation
and spill
their victim’s blood
Hold fast!
Beware!
Stand guard!
(Pray, don’t come near.)
It is only a
matter of
time, of
a straw on a
camel’s back, of
being in
the wrong
place, of
a flicker of
the eye
Before
I
ignite
the
FLAME
Part 2: Rage
In the beginning…
I AM:
angry coils of
Fear, Uncertainty, Guilt
that wrap
around my ribs
like
angry snakes
Afterwards…
I WANT:
to pluck an eye
or wrench a tooth;
to strangle the lie
out of the truth
But in the end…
I MUST:
build a fire
and quench
this thirst;
pile a mire
and watch it
BURST!
and m e l t
and s t e a m
and b l a z e
into piles
of ash
with no
desire
to ever
look
back
Part 3: Disgust
The smell of It;
the acrid bile
of It’s breath
has me feverishly
itchingitchingitchingitching
It’s very presence
has my skin crawling,
writhing in protest
and has me obsessively
scratchingscratchingscratchingscratching
It is a putrid sludge
that slides down
my skin, like
sticky, hot brown
molasses
that has me helplessly
gagginggagginggagginggagging
It spools around
my stomach and
washes acid
through my guts
that has me painfully
bloatingbloatingbloatingbloating
It envelops me
It coils It’s sinewy,
lustful arms around
my trembling figure
that has me unendingly
thinkingthinkingthinkingthinking…
about all my calloused fears
about all my spiny bristles
itchingscratchinggaggingbloatingthinking
about every hand that smacked my cheeks raw
about every ear that turned deaf to my cries
itchingscratchinggaggingbloatingthinking
Until It becomes I
and I become It
and there are no
boundaries between
what It has done to me
and what I will do to
everyone else
Eventually.
itchingscratchinggaggingbloatingthinking…
itchingscratchinggaggingbloatingthinking…
itchingscratchinggaggingbloatingthinking…
itchingscratchinggaggingbloatingthinking…
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