Spear of Hope

He hands me his handkerchief.

The Communion wafer of false hope
I'm looking for a release
as I steadily slide
down this endless slope
Heasked me if I knowGod,
I say, " I 've seen the Light and all I know is Wonder"

The box is still ticking
But Time is not on my side this second
I'm still waiting
for a release
The Grieve
is no longer an exception
Blindness ownsme no more
morality is perished yet worshipped; doesn't make
mush of a difference,
though in this life,
I know not if I'm woman or man, maybe both, maybe neither,
but what was I before?
 He tells me he wishes me all happiness
Happiness.
Ha, is insatiable.

I need fulfillment.

These roaches crawl all around me.

I refuse to besubjugated
As vital as hatred is,
morality is not a probability
The universe slides from my side
I'm not balanced
or hanging down a slope, I'm
embodying this
perplexing duality- i also refuse to believe
    there's a limbo ion me

The bombis out of the box.
Am I thedestructer or the destruction?
I'm fed up with
seeking a release
He askedme if i know God
I say, " Let me find out"

I hand him the revolver
the world is rotating in my hand
The bomb hasstopped ticking,
in theend demolishment
is just seduction,
thecirclehad it coming all along

The Goddess is my weapon
and I'm her bullet
Modern women shoot devil spawns
i breathe in anger,
exhale the despair,
  and like Plath,
    eat men like air.