Sequel to The Vacuity, The Rage
Hundreds of times I've watched you sleep--
buzzed, jealous, blood pumping & heart pounding quickly
at all hours of the night & early morning
& even in the afternoon,
my face was hot
& I heard neighbors fucking,
banging--
is the incessant knock on the wall &
throbbing inside my chest & sternum,
like a muted heart attack;
face boiling,
have you felt that?
You wouldn't.
You don't have the Rage, and insecurities
lashing over your mind, as was Christ's body
after he got his beating.
A brain of slimy, grey meat,
coiled all around itself & hardened at stem,
sticky on the outside & lixiviated...
Bleeding unrelentingly from the strips
of peeled away flesh
out my eyes, out my ears, & mouth, & nipples.
All from the most basic of human feelings or fears...
my face is filled with sulfuric acid,
fuming.
Written 12 May 2012 @ 2:01 a.m.
forgive.
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