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