torture

1,000

p l e a s e t e a r m e
i n t o a t h o u s a n d p i e c e s

for your silent destruction
will be the womb
that nurtures
my growth

THOUGHT #202

One’s perfect method of torture is, appropriately, to devise it.

ABREACTION

carnal lightening reaped my brain with verve
and sickled fever, emotion sloughing clean
my tortured psyche

and who was I to challenge
this narcotic self-ablution –
yet, what of my resolve to linger
undisturbed
in bias mental disarray?

pathetic hypotheticals
engorged my blood
like nothing new
the tension burning scars within this
manic carcass grew

until

my hybrid-self assaulted what was once
un-failed but often wrong integrity
and swifter than a scarlet blade
my conscience was absconded
to a heaven: peace, release, and ease

had I commanded armies to retreat?
my palsied mind
was finally worth its bloodied ground
and tissues thick with matters
fed on independence
lost amongst the strain

I must remember where I left my genius