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
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