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Remembering Incest

 

I looked through the eye of time
saw the horror there
and knew the task ahead treacherous
I must be strong I told myself
the journey has only just begun

Ticking on the clock
hanging suspended from clouds
dark bitter metal against my tongue
blood across my lips
odors of memories
of dark meadows and semen.

The horror spread before my eyes
unlocked from the closet of doom
the hand moved but one cog
another horror unfolded against my senses.

Faces dead against window pains
foggy eyes staring into nothingness

White and black
clouds
with devils and gods
in struggle

Slanted windows
slanted eyes
from looking down
while pretending to look up
in adoration at his which were
filled with pain and death
and emotional blackmail.

I surfaced from a lake of drowning passion
rolled onto one sweaty side
the room pulled itself together
from it's swirling haze

Out a cold glass window
a stiff red rose
protrudes stubbornly
in dead air
above an ice covered plain

Night winds
pull at the edges of my mind
the dark side of my soul
screams across empty black space
the world is flesh and sweat
pulling reality from my mind.

• C. J. W., 1987

 

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