Victim Or Victor

Phoenix and Phoenicia They had both been victims of their own sad minds stories lost told and untold narratives to be re-authored livid experience lived in silence meaning smeared in crusted mud slung in terminal slots shots executed by travesty of dire pyres cloven free erroneous fall hanging on calamitous cliffs dangling twisted roped in let loose inside out back again forward as they clung to slashed slits flashed neck tied voids Hawsers hacked from the moors and mores mooring suspended suspense of void icicles chilled like burning daggers imprinting caustic casualties imploding hooded graves dug from deluded mirrors shards of shattered glass’s dyslexic glossaries enshrined in twisted tongues competing throngs licking acerbic wounds and venom poisoned emptiness screaming in fore bearing bared barbed spikes of tearful fear She stood fragmented fallen from dismembered mutilations molested amputated ex-articulated at the cutting edge of meshed melodious conscripted cacophonies of expectations and not another mumbling word of kindred spirit posed emotion He had fallen to silence cast out just the same misplaced abandoned consecrated on the altered altar of the ex and the why and how of malicious claim to his soul Life had the kindness for them to meet and melt their vicious strings attached internalised combustion blame apportioned guilt shame angst un-communicated inhospitality regressed regrets and switched from overbearing toxic nothingness Passion struck ignited drew the last flickers of hope from threadbare perfidious confidence and when the moribund flames shone rescue and salvation they lived Together they made love in all sorts of places scenes locations ways rejuvenated resumption enthused reflection lust for life and unadulterated arched positions and deployed their trust and placement in the treasured vulcan vaults of cupid arches naked maquettes of bending over backwards to grow in conjoined delectation from extinguished busted alienation they found kindness compassion sculpted joy They never forgot the forlorn forgeries that had been their plight forgave torment and dissolution though fondled fond tenderness once more caressed and came to peace with their distorted history the miscreant perpetrators the assault on their beauty and left behind what was not theirs to solve consigned the toxic waste and unsolicited culprits who may not manage to emerge from victimhood to victory unless they chose Victor and Victoria have fought their battles now enlisted coup de grace towards new beginning in unison with self and lover have triumphed over washout landslide of their prison cages subterranean mindless caves rebuild on agency accepted ownership of the tell tale vagaries of life and in defeat emerged triumphant swept to shore by unequivocal honesty they left the deadly mess to fester where it came from and belongs 11th September 2016