the trail

 the trail

seduced by the curvaceous  
dusky sands of the sky
draped in midnight  
I walked the path towards judgement
in the city pulsating below hurried souls

the wake of her rivers breathing

blood  

scorpions

pus

seduced and humiliated  
soporific vibrations resonate in plucks
of this marionette's wires
my flesh dissected and tethered for
the Lords of Xibalba  
the chime of dangling bones rattles with
the melodious howls of  

sickness

starvation  

destitution

my soul the torch in front of the flame  
in this place of fear  
twelve jurors holding  court  
blowing me out in vertical strands  
that illuminates self loathing  
and the contorted faces of Vucub-Came
and Hun-Came
camouflaged within the cave  

ten demons beckon the distortion
that is me  
dancing as a venom-less scorpion  
on the hot stove  

the deconstruction of my echo begins  
in six perilous houses

Dark

Cold

Jaguars

slivers of my mind prove elusive
the rest useless to them  
and I move through  

Bats

Razors

Heat  

the trial has ended
the verdict disseminated
Hun-Came proclaims I've succeeded  

my life is spared  

forever cursed with that
which I want least

Presented in the Legendary Underworld challenge hosted by Atatki