End of Age
A vision, a poltergeist, an aspect of the human psyche
I see stars and galaxies and men in tall hats
they creep and crawl on their hands and feet, contorted, yet controlled
spindly limbs and salivating snarl, dead face and my mothers eyes
they rip the blood from my weakling veins, the love from my heart
It's crazy how their hands turn to shackles, words the noose around my neck
men in tall hats with crooked-toothed smiles, come sit for a while
I pour them some arsenic tea, the china is fragile but my will is strong
spoon feed them hatred, they drink disdain, fry the brain
with salted face, tall hats drop, a specter they are no more
light slices and I awake once again
see you tonight
Copyright © S. Grace | Year Posted 2021
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