Madness
When I rage, I rumble, cave, and crumble, slip and stumble, bleak, I bumble,…
Had my wings coated in
soaking hot oil, pouring
into the ocean of our toxic,
intoxicating love.
A black widow without warning,
that left a crow like me, ripped
apart—wide open; you took your
knife and drove it deeper into
my skin.
Gore like this has my soul
disturbed, your violence arrived
like hair-raising notes played on
untuned violins.
A massive attack that made me
wish I could turn back; a love so
unkind I sought to rewind time.
Your kerosene-stained caresses
kept me careening, like a car crash
waiting, because its brakes are failing.
Barbwired kisses that left my lips bleeding.
Keep your misery the next time you decide
to break a poor man just because you can.
Before you commit another carnal crime,
hold onto your lies, before you waste
another life.
“knife and drove it deeper into”
— Kerosene — A Poem About Volatility
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