In sable and dusk

Years ago, darkness lit my oath
I was enticed
I was easy pickings
 
Where nightmares are collisions in the void  
of dark versus light
the thunderous smite
of a demon in lecture
Where listening is chaos flaking from dirtied hands
 
Nothing leaks crimson like a battered sparrow
flying straight into a window  
writhing in his skin
exposed  
and  
vulnerable  
 
A demon crosses the matrix,  
to withdraw the sparrow from authenticity
To cease to be visible in a tidy world
 
To inject war from within
from the tomb of wicked bellies
where vexation simmers and churns
coating each pore with an acrid confection
 
Not even a bone left to rebuild the sparrow
 
The darkness is uncomfortable  
Like a forced hug from a stranger
Like a miscommunicated ideal
 
I broke form for your affection
I compiled poems in your tincture  
Writ my world in sable and dusk
In the shadow of the demon’s will
I’m consumed
Bound by silken fractals
 
O’ how I’ve grown
 
I wanted out but you wouldn’t let me
I wanted clout but you chose to fence me
Mired in the tar of your saliva
sticky words that veil
 
It took years to unclench from your grasp
ground gears to wrench from your clasp
And as the demon falls into idle
lingering on the line
He would forsake an Angel if his wings were thinner