Fratricide

FRATRICIDE

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Slick-thick metal I hold steady, thick and rimy in contrast to
the space behind my eyes at anything but a stalemate.
And hollow is the organ in my breast, but honest and full
is  the barrel. Taintless walls stand elegant and eager, but
waiting in white patience. Walls pure and patient wait patiently, in patience
and eagerness to be painted.

A shell crumbles
beneath my foot. I glance to look at the broken shards--
Shards of pain, they are imperceptible. Pain in shards.
the pain of absence. I am isolated to the exile
of my dead heart, who lovingly complements my twin creases of hate.
Hateful slits of hate, that anticipate your maim,
peer at you in a power who ensues. Peer
through you, my slitted hates do. “Accept my bait”
my slit-creased irises hiss. Hateful iris slits in crease
contrast my pupils’ size increase
as they finally see my cinematic fantasy swirling into solidified reality.
These bolstered pupils swim in a power who
courses me now so heavily, she leeks
down my sinful cheeks in seeping streams. Streaming seeps
from a bolstered pupil who sees and dreams only of my
cinematic fantasy
of your maim.




Your brain will look so pretty against white plaster.
If corruption were a color what would it be? I only hope
that it matches the drapes.
In a clench of confidence, I point at you. It’s what I will do--
Rid this world of every last trace of you.

Ripe in revenge is my pointer finger, eager to
bite my revenge so ripe,
creeping near and near to my breast.  A single sound that pierces
the atmosphere,
vibrates my vitals,
and resonates down my spine. A single moment-- when
metal slaps into you. Limbs splay wildly
in an array artistic. Colorful splay of limbs fling
into and out of a splayed array, simultaneous with
an upright jerk,
and you turn gracefully on your toes, emulating
a ballet dancer in pirouette--
a sightful pleasing sight who encourages my lips’ sneak toward
the Heavens, and glistening irises sing the song
of a pleasure who ensues. Then, the musical thud
of your lifeless collapse-- and my ears are married in arrogance
by a bolstering grin.

Years and years overdue but
finally I have rid myself of every last trace of you