Deterior Motives

A description of pain.

There's a soreness that twists itself

up into the cavaties of an empty passive venue.

Suffocating the corridors of a childish banter

'til its foundation beckons for a

quickening adhesive to further sustain

the mold of a stubbornness that threatens

to be a streak on a block of perfection.

It is of shocking proportions

causing rebellion to a rebels mobility

as it gently strokes the love handle

of a wounded philosophy.

It bites when it kisses

because it enjoys the bitter taste of blistered lips.

And it loves when one loathes the sting felt in

every

spoken

promise

"Try to massage your way into comfort"
it whispers as it fashions and crafts its figure into a
torn ligament
imprinted under a purple bruise.
"Make the attempt to bandage it with
straps of pride to straddle
along your garment as a mummified entity
with 'flair'ed nostrils, broad shoulders,
and a lack of comprehension & response for this thing called
pain."

It doesn't sidle but
fearlessly invades the territory
with rioters picket signs
coated in a grotesque vandalism
of a contagious bleeding leakage
leaving the dots and paint blots
alongside the footsteps of a valley
once considered to "ought to be" home.

But safe havens can't dwell within a thick enough
skin to not feel the wear and tear that it breathes
atop a dilapidated shelter.

Nor can an evicted citizenship be handled so
nonchalantly as to spurt "I'm alright" to every "Are
you ok?" that gets intercepted at frequent intervals
from random assemblages of enticingly penetrative
people.

Perhaps they are concerned for the hemorrhaging of
the increasingly verbose contents pooling into the
fabrics of the carpeting it was not welcome on, for
sanitary reasons.

Or maybe it is believed the hurt presented itself
cinematically, encouraging "ooh"s and "aww"s with a
masochistic approach in humor, thus cutting both
tension and sympathetic gestures with the same knife
so what's left to remain is blood-clotted sanity.

There's a relief that removes itself
from the limelight of anatomy's relevancy chart.
Citing overwhelming activities
not properly prefacing prep time as it's not as preferred as precision-inclined decisions
whilst personal prerogatives are profoundly frowned upon as it is believed that such maintenance
deals damage to the ability to self-soothe.
It is of an illegal substantially orgasmic exstacy kind of nature
encouraging incorrigible circumstances and enchanting incongruity
over verbal contracts fluent in incoherent speech.
It hums when it kisses
hoping to inculcate a reason to cease a tantrum
by way of melodious mechanistic methods as opposed to
lingering
logical
lectures

It's subtle in its slurred accent
as though the salivary glands release only enough to slightly dampen the scaffold of an expletive ridden jaw
Imprinting a morse coded smooch on the frame of a softened cheek
Signaling spinal vibrations
Breaking abrasions and
Pasting a patience with a savoring fragrance by the taste of this language

But, suppose it's a bit too sweet for naïvetè's tastebuds
Suppose the ignorance of the measures of the punitive damages inhabiting the host's cabinet
boasts a madness so bold and tragic the whole entrapment corrodes and collapses
with aid from the taste that was meant to embolden your faction.
Reaping what's sewed in your actions
Now what grows is an abscess
Accessing
Assessing
Accenting
Affluently
'til its aggression is aggrandizing

Such an addictive additive
editing the inadequate
administering attitude
with admissible adjustments

There's a pair of eyes that sting violently
A face tightening and a prime lighting
For an invasion of privacy, Where the crying can sing
so exposed, shouting "please pay no mind to my wirings."
"For I'm willing to embrace an embarrasing nakedness if my chagrin can take it into umbrage
or if my pride was certainly nothing to tussel with
or if my frame of being could be as hardened as pharoah's cardiac muscle
and not squirm, whimper, or cower when there's a few cracks and chips in my threshold."
It is of a mournful toil
awaiting a morning toll
that'll be able to morph the throes
from a morbid thrown
'til it ceases existing as a mordant thorn.
It sobs when it kisses
As a yet unharvested excuse for an exploitation
to be purchased with pity, respect and brownie points
Like welling up for troubled youth amongst disgruntled employees
for the sake
of boosting
morale.

A sedative is craved like a whiff of steam from a newly adorned fountain of youth to a drought of senility.

Author's Note

Honest opinions are always welcome.