Tied to a squeaky chair
a hostage downstairs
this rusty toolbox will be
the itinerary of my captivity
famine of the soul eroding my mental belly
to my captor, I cry–
Feed me clarity
indulge my worry
vanquish my anguish
(if you please)
(if you dare)
How many days without nourishment
Disenchanting me
The vile tome of this dark sphere
The dial tone states it clear
my ransom remains unpaid
Listening to the solemn hymn
Of a disconnected line
Singing a hollow chord–
Help is not on the way
This is where I perish, friend
Beneath a blinding bulb
Naked and gold like this tattered body
my true crime nightmare scenario
cast to reality with such violent precarity
My metamorphosis into pod fodder
As I rot in this duct tape cocoon shell
Wriggling impotently
trying to break free
Butterfly wings clipped
slipped in a parcel
And shipped to mail
Boxed in, proof of purchase
Voiceless
Nameless
Aimless
In the crawl space I see my future
so
narrow
My face a frozen scowl
Body withdrawing
to the marrow
bone exposed
Parasitically consumed
withered down
powdered stash
Ashes rooted in a gunky dirt field
where strays nap
But now naps of this velvet towel
Balled up into my sored-up mouth
Intimately rendering my vowels
A soaked-up mess
Yes
you have wronged me
Listen to me
Yes
I yelped when you snatched me from my spirit
But know that I will break free of this death trap
Eventually
If it’s the last thing I–
Yes yes yes
May these words slip through concrete crevices
Breaking free to sanctifying surfaces
How about a taste of your own medicine?
One day you’ll eat these words
I spew
Wrapped in wrath
My venerated vengeance