What profound ugliness we put unto one another
Like a tumor
Our hands around each other’s throats
Gone to strangled sleep
And I wondered
What would grow at rest in such a pain
Imagine my words and their malignant work
Desperate for rest
You wear it on your skin
What I’ve made you
Oh darlin
Forgive this knot
Us
Fear of being alone
Gave a front row ticket to watch you suffer in all that cold
Unrealized what’s been done
Bleeding us out ever so slow
Head in my hands an atlas stone
There’s still maps left in me
That gold harbored within your soul
Slipped through my fingers
Inside that chokehold
It’s quite funny
When the first woman of our lives couldn’t love me
My mother
It sets precedent
That love just might be similar to violence
Uncontrolled reactions like her
Showed a grace to take to my grave
It only multiplied all that hate and all that pain
Sad to say that we’ve made our final evolution
Great calamity afoot
I can’t look you or myself in the face
Might as well gouge these eyes out
See what’s left but a mirage life
This world is going under
I might just meet you there
Inside those depths
Of that rubied jewel hung within our chests
And gnashing dark
The walls are closing in
We could have held each other so tight
But our hopes ran thin
Almost beautiful neurotic eruptions
The grip of it was always loosening
Watch as we devolve
Inside this final ring
That I never put on you
But drove us through
Where the devil waits to show us theater romance and what it truly was
Stages of our lives covered in ashes
That red hand with too long nails at last shorting out that final holy light
The war is over
It is done
My long lost love
All will be well
My ancient friend all alone
It will be alright.
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**here's a cover and back copy of an ARC for LOVE LIES IN THE THROES OF RHETORIC out soon.
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ANTHONY GEDELL writes from New Jersey publishing in Hobart, Poverty House, Variant, Revolution John, Punk Noir Magazine, and Bull (TBA). His debut novel, LOVE LIES IN THE THROES OF RHETORIC, is slated for release soon with Michael Dolan at Winding Road Stories.
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