Wednesday, December 7, 2022

Devotee

 

You’re so stupid.

Why are you so?

You sit here languid,

and lazy, you hoe.


You just don’t know,

but it’s oh so funny,

how you bumble though.

It’s sweet as honey.


Oh so lonely.

Sad little boy,

you catch on so slowly.

It’s enough to annoy,


And how I enjoy,

When I annoy you.

I enter and destroy,

or at least, I try to.


When I finally do,

there’s nothing left.

When I get a view,

inside your chest.


There’s nothing left

but a hollow shell

of ribs under breast

as far as I can tell.


Your heart is a well

that I have run dry

with my thirst I can’t quell

But I don’t even try.


We wanted to die

Or so I claimed.

You didn’t reply

to what I proclaimed.


Alas...


Wordlessly blamed,

for what I felt.

And I was ashamed,

and oh how I knelt


To the god I thought dwelt

Beneath your skin

and how I hoped we’d dealt

with the resident wraiths within.


Where should I begin?

Your tongue like winter?

And I with no inn

that would allow me to enter?


You were my center,

But how cold you were.

“How could I resent her?”

My thoughts were a blur.


How I would defer

to your precious depression,

and try to help you deter

Such needless self-aggression.


Inevitable regression

despite my aid,

and emotional oppression

left me flayed.


Your icy blade

pierced my being.

The wounds decayed

as the blood was fleeing.


But now it is freeing.

To no longer be

your blindly agreeing

devotee.

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