Submissions by themadpoet

oh, mother [all you wanted was for me to scream.]

you always wanted me to tear you apart
you wanted me to pull back my skin and unearth the memories of sins
that wrapped themselves around my joints
and begged me to retaliate against you

oh, mother [father always left because of you.]

you never understood that dust settles on my shoulders
after years of standing loosely in dark closets
and when i tried to leave you'd notice me and say
who are little boys but their fathers, anyway?

oh, mother [you always liked to show me your favourite...

a killer is in my house. when he talks his eyes roll back into his head and his voice warms the air like a mid-winter gas furnace that breaks the silent of the night with a hum. his teeth are a broken cup and his face is red like the blood on the carpet after you pull the shards from the surface of your skin. every hour he releases a calculated amount of purified rage, before lighting a cigarette and looking at me with dead brown eyes. he sighs briefly, loads the gun, and points the barrel to my throat.

then he asks me to name all the reasons he should kill me.

i tell him...

your like a fucking gasp of rip-tide hollowed-out pure-form energy
that is injected into my drive and makes me try to tear every nerve from my body
even when your miles away i think of you
and i can actually feel you [ [pulsating] ] in the arteries of my neck

your like a pleasant drone in the blue-black bruised prefrontal cortex of my head
that i get from too many throat-rasping plant-burning smoke-filled hits
i hate how you look at me like i'm saint with my knuckles still split open
from the night when i fought with a friend as old as the scars on my ribs...

"what makes you invincible?" you asked me.
you said it as though you wanted me to lay my secrets
scattered across the floor of your bedroom
so you could read it like a book and hand it back to me after your done

i don't tell you about how weak i am
about how artificial lights corrode my eyes
or when people are fighting the demons in my chest growl
and echo out of my lungs like a muttered prayer


"i breathe in the poisons of unnatural law and exhale the irregularities of motion and space."
"like what?"...