Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

The Marauder

There was jupiter and mars;
Split anthems dying on
My doorstep, outlined
In chalk and cordoned off
By officers.

I pontificate, my rage reaching
The heavens and galaxies
Far, far away.

A thousand pinpricks when you touch me.

I curse my parents
For staying together for the kids.
It did no good for me,
I'm still the daughter
That god aborted.

I am the silhouettes,
Aiming to darken your door,
Watch me writhe, shellacking
The grey into ambrosial amnesia.

Planets align misfortunes,
Give me your distraught,
Your dead, your dissolved,
Give me your cremated
Carcasses...

So I can make a blanket from their ashes.

Exalting determination,
Only to giggle as it falls.
It's not funny, so,
I laugh louder.

The marauder,
Floating from scenario to scenario,
Lungs full of
Something that isn't air.
I am suffocating.

Wait, there's something wrong...
More than usual, I mean...

Angry-hearted, I live
In my head,
Dissociated and trying to kill
The war brooding within;
Fires burst painful
As split cysts inside.

Engorging the gorgeous,
Who am I to judge?
I feed them beauty
Made of lies, slowly watch
Them all crumble,
Vomitus on the floor;

Another f(uc)king mess to clean up.

August 3, 2009


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