Mercury

A weird slam poetry battle that shall forever be one sided against my nemesis

Sometimes I have to remind myself that I have to do what everyone else is doing.

I have to sleep,

No matter how many times I claw at my ribs,

For fear I will wake up sobbing,

Because the chickadees in the willow tree are watching,

'Till I fall,

I have to eat,

The chickadees will ask,

They are not disgusted with themselves,

So they will then peck at my food until I let into my growling stomach and lead bones,

'Till I cave,

I will have to laugh,

No matter how faked,

Ignoring my oxygen depleted lungs,

Otherwise,

they will start to piece it together,

'Till I am alone.

 

The time will be inevitable,

When they will know,

That I am a freak.

 

I will have to breathe,

If i do not, how will oxygen circulate through my body?

But when you whisper behind me,

That I don't fit into your damn suitcase,

That I am worth nothing,

That I deserve to die,

That I am undoubtedly alone,

I will cackle,

Why do you not tell me something I cease to know?

-You're pitiable really-

And when I seethe into your face,

Who I am,

I know you will never stop,

Because we both have something in common, unbelievably.......

 

We are alone,

With the chickadees sitting patiently for the first one to c**k and load their weapons,

My freshly stitched quilt of open mindedness and madness,

Your programmed ignorance and bias.

'Till I go insane,

From my scrambled, mercury lungs and brain.

 

The chickadees have scattered away from their perch,

and I have taken my first lethal shot.

For I have shattered your own Uranium brain and lungs.

 

Sadly,

-Its pitiable really-

This is not my final blood-letting.

Author's Note

As you can see there a some historical context to this word slobber. For those who don't know, Blood-letting is a practice in Humorism which states that the body has four humors, blood, yellow bile, black bile, and phlegm and you have to keep them balanced, if you don't you get sick (or just pain in general). Since blood is the most abundant "humor" in the body they would basically bleed themselves out until they thought they were cool like , "I feel kinda light-headed, but i'll be fine if I lay down", sort of way. I took this and turned it into a metaphor for me trying to balance the feelings inside of me by writing this aka this is my version of blood-letting.

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[callipygianphiltate]

Wait......did it censor c**k you've got to be kidding me..... it wasn't even in that context.....