Hymns for the Bastards: Four.

Four.

And when I trigger I want to remember this feeling

So that I can duplicate it

Call it reliability

Carve it out into your back by exact inches

This is the Stanford standard

Nothing personal, it’s all for the

Ecological validity.

 

*writer’s notes: can you tell I’m a psychology major?

I, Monster: Those who seek vengeance

One. 

I am leftover,

Yesterday’s love sent to

Sleep under the ground

Tomorrow I come for you

Justice made ethereal.

Two.

The wind blew stronger

Baby out with the bathwater,

The body out with haste.

From lantern’s light she calls

But he never answered why.

Three. 

Poisoned earth seeps through

Under her dress and under

Matrimony mattress.

My death is beautiful

My return restless sadness

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

I, Monster; Halloween Series: One (plus giveaway!)

I am stitched pieces

Of someone else’s insecurity

I grew monstrous, swaddled in ice

Crying out, love me

love me.

Oh mother may I live tonight?

Oh father,

Oh father.

I understand why you have forsaken me.

 

But not why you had to delude me

You twisted the knife in my back.

But father, you know I have the back of 3 men.

I am creation and destruction,

I,

Monster.

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