Death to the Crab Queen
If your reach from this grave
claws her away from me because of your grip
My ability to forgive you,
even if you asked
May avenge my sense of
Christianity in a battle of want and will
In an attempt to eradicate
the memory of me ever attempting to love you,
You old sea witch crab queen hag
Casting your spells of deceit
and lonely incomprehensible depths
Of nothingness in soul I went
spelunking in under water caverns for years to find
All came up empty in every
piled on modicum of pursuit
I could fathom producing to
excavate the imagined treasure of your Nonexistent soul
Naivety on display in oil
tanker size pumping out my trust in your
Sea Kraken in waiting down
there in those depths of lies
Ignored upon this sun shining
surface to persuade me into loving you
Thinking of touching your
skin makes me want to vomit
To spew out these experiences
of praying for your intimacy of character
With my own constructions of
faith in a kindness I invent to satiate my own loneliness
Misguided by your people-pleasing
mirages, you have tainted me like
Medusa’s poisonous hair
whirling in the snaps of asps infecting
To find her out here on these
waters rowing to shore
After your mutiny at sea, to
spot her and woo her into seeing me for the man that I am
Beyond shrapnel scars of
logged bits of you, clinging to my life like a cat of nine tails
Clawing into my back, night after
night have healed and I am ready
And yet you, you in all your
ugliness and ferocity of hate to manipulate the remainder of my existence have
stolen a freedom in me that would prevent my capabilities of loving her in a
manner befitting her stature and for that you have committed a greater wrong
against me than all these prior transgressions,
For that my morality teeters
into a see saw
Of forgiveness into
contemplated pursuits of revenge to harm you and tear apart that which you care
for beyond me into a raid of hate upon your lands, to take my pound of flesh
So many others have urged me
to acquire and known I have deserved, yet held out of taking out of a Christian
sense of self and moral hypocrisy avoided
If this theft occurs I will
hate you, I will wish for your pains, rather than your joys
Knowing you have cost me
someone beyond my hopes, wanting to bear witness to the episodes of my
tomorrows if not for the taint of you. Worst
of all for the first time I have doubts that knowing she sees me now for who I
am that is still not enough for her, because of the rank of your stench that
remains smoldering off that which I can not change, the infection from your
sting in my moments of absolute vulnerability pusses a repugnance that may
become decision altering.
Die you ugly sea bitch crab
queen in a drowning pool of your own vomit and may those you believe care for
you rape you in the night and commit suicide by your bedside with pre-written
scripts blaming you for the pains you have caused them in a maelstrom of
unending confusion that will drive your past and present insanity into a state
of crystal clarity so that you may recognize what you have truly done
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