Wednesday, January 19, 2005

it's all relative

pour fast drying cement over my eyes
so i can try
to block out our shared features
bathe my sullied heart in ether
so that i can go on
that it doesn’t hurt
as you contaminate my confidence
with your disease
designed to suspend logic
while corrupting the Truth -
my thick, wet screams
can’t penetrate
your blood blistered, rough palms -
to struggle against your solid will
leaves me addled and tattered,
but you pin me (again)
beneath your onerous weight,
your eyes squeezed tightly shut
with all the exertion it takes
to maintain your masquerade
as Paterfamilias

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