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Azraa and the Grotesque Madness Within Her Head
I monolog to the barren universe :
“Malleable skulls wriggled
in my clutches; their
condemner.
As cadavers
they were solemn as they vowed:
‘We should have run faster.
We should have bawled louder.
We should have, we should have.’
There were so many should haves in their void eyes
as I looked into the open breast cavities before me,
pulling the many
blood bursting strings.
I and they—they and I,
danced to the lulls of their demise…
We were friends now, ticking as we bled.
We were friends now, tocking as we said:
‘The clock is mocking: round housing around our lives
to the inevitable approaching night.’
I was them. (Innocent and dead)
And that is why they
were deficient when they fled.
I whispered into my sullen chambers:
‘They came to me like waves.
I am not to blame—
So easily: they came to me like waves.’”
And I barreled back—eyes rolling in ecstasy—
as I touched all that I had
maimed!
My brow married cobble.
My world, a hiraeth, unseen.
My world, a hiraeth, unseen.
I spun, I spiraled, into the scarlet sea…
The dead; they are my family.
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