talk to my back
and tell me who i am
my face is a skewed target
aim your words to my spine
it won’t retaliate
if
you
are
quiet
speak of me slowly
as one would a wounded dog
my legs are gnawed to the bone
but my teeth are still as sharp
come no closer
i
will
tear
you
apart
throw away your help
your sugar-coated fearful guidance
take away the sugar and i smell it
caution     dread     judgement
i will eat away to the truth
i
love
the
bitter
scent
look down before me
my eyes are not your windows
they are mine alone
do not dare to peer into my home
i do not take kindly to trespassers
keep
to
your
own
i do not take kindly to trespassers
i am not your holy
not
forgiving
i am divine in my own rite
and you will find me a vengeful god
look upon my path with fearful reverence
and
clear
it
whether i cut through the heart
or the edges
ask yourself
who
lives
on
the
f r i n g e