Imposition of Pain

IMPOSITION OF PAIN you come calling banging on my bangs at the midnight hour cupping my countenance roughly in your hands scraping more suffering haranguing harder and harder my head harasses the pillow with an eternal tick tock you shower me with increasing pressure taunt me with moments of despair kick it up a notch chime in my rhyme i grimace at your gangrenous grin orange hues open my eyes sky’s skewed Kim Rodrigues © 2017