Hysteria

A paralyzing undercurrent of parting sensorys,
simple yet, incoherent to the blood that spills curdling your name,
Etched into stone, remarkable words of crimson red, pooled into beads of sweat and running down tree branch veins.
Delusioned dreams I call prophecies, seductively rearranged, from every guilty angle I will try to wash the image of you out from my visions.
Twisted with sin that drips, tantalizing my sallow skin,
In symmetry to these broken hips, I will not let you in.
And as I sway and as I stagger, you pull me under like an anesthetic slumber,
Rocking me, lulling me,
To the bottom of this fabricated ecstasy.
Carefully disassembling the wires to my brain thus inducing insanity. Between two lungs, a cosmic heart singing hymns of rebirth,
A fresh start.
But my skinless knees, I cannot breath, they lock together as you drag me under sea.
And like broken glass turned into diamonds, I retraced every moment through the cracks of floorboards, dynamic harmonies turned into perfect divinity, a murmur of synchromystic dreams.
A cancer of the brain took my father, like the weeping of a willow tree, your hands were made to slaughter, torn limb to fragile limb, I hear the cracking bones of your wayward daughters, and I fall pray to your crooked yellow grin, but there's still no chance of giving in.
A forbidden dance
An instant euphoria,
Like the broken teeth of piano keys, An orchestra of self eulogy reverberates and I grimace with every narcissistic symphonic beat, as the crashing of a broken jar before my feet,
I can still feel you crouching in the sutures of our ancestors.
Nails beneath my skin,
Cold and concrete.