~pseudo-Symmetric~

The mind fractures and motes grow roots beneath fabrication. These are my eyes that see another reality, where shadows crawl like fingers upon a chalk board, and torrent that spews from my tongue is a voice I’ve never heard, all that history buried beneath pseudo-reality an angel mum who folded her wings to ride the devil bare-back and a sister who seduced her father, her brother, a façade mother releasing this monster in me. He did no wrong just stepped a little to close, shattered the ambit of personal space until I could lick his cologne, -bastard- fouling my shroud, threatening my superiority. (why is it always surprise that leaks from their eyes, when bone and blade are fused) I am negative god, shearing a rib to take life; returning all to dust and steel is my power, my glory for ever and ever.. amen. His (my) fear lingered, staining the air infecting my (his) lungs; his (my) screams lightning in my brain as I carved sin from his (my) smile. There was flesh, red, raw flesh, like road-kill scattered across the golden mile; a menstruation of moonless blood, pooled with sweat and urine. -so sweet, sensual- [This wasn’t me] Quickly now, spear the eyes like lollipops; “see no evil” Split the tool of lies; “speak no evil” Take the possibility of truth; “hear no evil” This man (me?), lining the gutter like an unfinished take-away, the main course of rats buffet, with a long crooked smile beneath the place it ought to be, and I, floundering in a maelstrom of ecstasy from this person that is (not) me.