PRELUDE: ON CONTAINING MULTITUDES. // c!quackity poetry.
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PRELUDE: ON CONTAINING MULTITUDES.
the moon burns our souls
and the wind makes us sound distressed
MARBLE STATUE, WINE BOTTLE,
both some sort of fine-something
we begin to dig a HOLE in the GROUND
our time capsule more of a memory burial
basking in idiotic fantasies,
sometimes verging on PRAYER
we lift our hands and pray over your body
IT MAKES US FEEL ROTTEN!
the devil is lonely
we kicked out the devil and it misses us
it keeps begging to be let back,
for us to let it in
it’s waiting in the DARK
it’s waiting for your veins to feel a flash of life
god loves you
but not enough to save you
I WAS MY FIRST VICTIM
— AND NOW I AM MY LAST HOPE
places where reality feels ALTERED,
liminal earth, holy innocence, gentle sin,
eerie, uncanny, watch me BLEED
you can feel yourself getting SICKER
an in-between state of mind
uncomfortable and disorienting
TRAPPED IN YOUR HALLWAY,
can you hear the BUZZING?
maybe it sounds like SWALLOWING GLASS!
or HUGGING GOD!
or SPILLING ACID!
or STARTING A WAR!
or PAINTING OUTSIDE THE LINES!
. . .
well it doesn’t matter in the end
because it’s all suffocating
and your throat burns and your head hurts
( you have felt what it feels like
to be a desperate animal, is what i say,
with different words
DESPERATION has seeped into your veins
through countless sharp WOUNDS,
and it has made your CANINES LONGER
the insides of your THIGHS ROUGHER
your hair all the while whiter
all of your body has adapted
to survive a catastrophic flood
but it never came
and now all you have is an ark )
like a dog with a bird at your door
i will bury you in the garden,
laying you where you are LOVED
like a dog taught to bite
i tripped on the urge to feel ALIVE
to bloom is to kill and to be slain
let it out and hear it BELLOW,
let it SHRED through the cartilage of your ribs
let it feel like SWITCHING OFF a light
— the way night shreds moonlight
RELISH EVERY ACHE
i’ll eat you whole
i’ll give you a NAME i see on a GRAVE
JANE DOE TURNED MARY SUE
wound and dagger!
blow and cheek!
members and wheel!
victim and executioner!
the moral of the story is that
i am going to be your burning star
and you are going to be my flickering lightbulb
and i will GUT you if i NEED to
i will carve my way OUT
with only my TEETH
. . .
YOU CAN ALSO HAVE MY HEART
IF YOU HAVE THE STOMACH TO TAKE IT
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