Reprisal

 

It’s boiling inside me now

I feel a wickedness in the crowd

acid thoughts runnith over

the riddance of stained water from my glass

flowing so quickly to my grasp

the wetter I become the tighter I grab on

clenching white knuckles, burning flesh

the depth of newly cut scars upon paper thin skin

inside I see pieces of me dug out with hollow spoon

salt water drips in open wounds 

I stand alone

so wanting to let go

of this meaningless cup I hold

not a whisper to be heard around me

No one reaching in to release my grip or take a willing sip so I may suffer less

it’s dark in this room

inside a broken home

I wonder why the sun has turned its back to my window pane

Outside-the broad of day

sun radiates birds chirping leaves sprinkling children laugh and twirl in play

dogs barking people talking a loud hum of life dances along

who would have ever known in the midst of life’s flourish my home is a rotting dank church

it’s pillers fall

pews crack from miss use

I stand at alter-grail in hand, hunched by the burden that vengeance demands

I would leave if I could but freedom is condemned within these opened doors

I’m half melted to the floor

my will is welded to the wooden boards

my mechanical machine it bends and creeks to my sinister needs

a professor in her maddened lab

cooking steamy chemicals in a witches caldron

cackling boldly

I’m the devil’s hag

the right hand of indulgence

my name is Reprisal

and you will pay with your homage