Revenge

365 Days of Creativity

day fifty six

Heart burn

The flaming pain

brutal visions

my lungs tied deep

struggle struggle

this bondage is not exciting-

anymore

Head ache

nausea

rhythmic thrusts

I turn to leave,

but bleed too much.

Thrones of blades

a liars chair

kings abate

pay me no fare

higher on my pedestal

I teeter on the brink

the jester is a bounding fool

he forces me to sink

knees knees

bruised and used and well abused

the crews and crows barren of clothes

tie me gag me kill me fill me

smoke and ash

pyre and trash

he tastes of lemons-

sour darts

rotten cloves, and

hickory

tug of war

with my intestines

offer me to the divine

a last low cry

swallowed whole

reaching to that golden throne

echo echo

gulls will fly

“follow us”

I do abide

black and violet

cyan and pepper

feeling betterbetterbetter

Knotted nerves

unfold-

reveal

scores and scores of apple peels

blossom.bluebells.delicate things.

I wash the skin,

stuff things back in

a hill of water

hard as soft

offers to me, weapons wrought

in sand, in stone, in shades of blight

choices choices

arrows flight

one bonesawbow

“hello hello

pick me though.

I'll be true and I'll be fair,

and more than that,”

I'LL BRING THEIR BLOOD

with me, sinew, bones and sharp

I stabbed back through

the seasonings

feeling

old and young and gagged

thorny whistles, whispered dear

“the jesterjester draws so near”

poised and taught I taught him poise

no more tip me

never-noise