Between the Lines

 Between the Lines 

"Welcome to Home Depot. Did you find everything you were looking for today M'am?" 


Is this better for you baby ... 

it's chained and camouflaged  
for the ease of my destruction. 
glibly masked so I can't witness your reservations.   

scarecrow limps  
strung in the gallows of my making. 
I beg for the blows of my dark executioner's sweet labrys. 
swing it to split me inside out. 
then flip it to slit my throat  
with the poison that is both you and I. 
make me choke on it. 


No you can't list your little brother on eBay.  I don't care what he did. 



my hips  
your pendulum 
as you send me rocking.  
pounding the cold gray slabs to tittles 
with the breath of my shoulders. 
entwined with shards of my pulverized flesh.  


Can't your mother stay with your sister some times? Last time she was here I think she found some of my ... my ... things. 


roasting in this inferno 
my skin is caramelized. 
my soul blackened at the edges  
as it's charred with each rotation. 

use 

your  

teeth  

to release me. 
delivering your antidote through my labyrinth's backdoor.  


Are you sure nobody's gonna recognize me if you post it?


Written for the Interpretive Art challenge hosted by Rain.  Voted runner-up.