Friday, May 6, 2011

Grendel

Rage
if you will
You must know
why mouths are left agape.

She comes in silk and satin
You know
Blood red robes
That twist like a rope
Whipping up lust for
Erections until after.

Go
if you can
Don't wait for a sign.
You are
too close to the edge
to remain
but
still too far away to fall.

Run
if you must
Trapped in a pitiless gaze
Your legs will
freeze
Your lungs will
burst
Your brain will
bleed.

All around you
the hate will coil
You will reap that harvest
long laying fallow in the
field.

Weep
if you should
but not for the thunderstorm of your soul
that never came.
Did you think your story tragic?
Did you forget to drink your full measure of blood today?

Run
if you dare
Back to your lair bitch.
The smell of hate
can only hide your fear for so long.
Then
you must boil your own bones
for the oil to light
my lamp.
As I descend into darkness
the light of your rage will guide me
to you.

Turn
if you want
but it's too late.
I will suck you from the earth
draw you up from the deep
past my fears
and
spit you into the stars.



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