Pain's AccretionA Poem by Onoma
Pain's accretion--black snaked with royal purple--
therewith and moreof in cold case of less-- pain inexorable. Fear's favorite pet spoilt with handling. Pain's redemptive quality is repulsed by plain sight, it must mobilize malignancy, purloin the jury, condemn, palm hope to hopelessness. Fixity--its host must remain in firm attendance. Enough is ready...a ripened type of dialogue... the crosshairs of silence. To grow demented from overstimulation, to become overtly tactile, to: kick, stroke, smack, punch, flick anything. Fetal position suffices...warm, a spinning vinyl record scratching toward dawn. The woodwork calls a name--as a woman hoarse... with labor pain. Konstantinos Mark
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