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In the brief gestation of a moment 
some dark force curled in you infected me; 
I didn't notice and could not prevent 
the surge of misdirected energy.

Nomadic offspring populated nerves; 
I felt their static move beneath my skin 
disrupting confidence in my reserve 
to be resistant in the face of sin.

Perverted riddles scribbled through my veins 
condensing muscle into knotted flesh 
confusing lines between my wrath and shame; 
electrifying me with raw distress.

I hate the victim I’ve become so much,
the way I break all circuits to and from
the woman-child that shrinks away from touch
not to be pressed beneath another’s thumb.

But now this restlessness; it germinates 
into a blooming sub-species of fire 
with tongue-like tendrils indeterminate; 
its petals arced like wombs around my ire.

My scorn is deeper than your shadow's fall
my tears more shallow than the hate I nurse 
I'll never march with vengeance, but I'll crawl
up in your shadow, be your telltale curse.

I'll be the fuse that flares from time to time
to fill you full with helplessness and fear
and I'll confess your sins, your sordid crimes
to damn your life with many empty years.

Live on! I'll be there in your wickedness,
a battery of rage you cannot see,
a coiled current poised to cause distress...

the way your deathlessness has been to me.

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