Proverbs 8:7
βFor my mouth shall speak truth; and wickedness is an abomination to my lips.β
I have made myself
Abominable.
And,
Curses do spout
Out my gibbering maw.
I am
Blasphemy.
I am
Hallucinated terror.
I am I.
And,
That's all
I can be.
I am
Caked in the ash,
Of a sacrificial animal.
Rubbed raw on
The rocks
In a fallow
Forgotten
Graveyard.
I am blood,
And,
Sinew,
And,
Sweat,
And,
Dis-ease.
Awful offal
Casting hate
From a dehydrated
Mind.
And they are
My auspices
And my penance.
I was once a beautiful
Possibility.
Now I am a
Suffering
Certainty.