Here Lies Affinity

A thousand buzzing whispers,

Griping, charging me chagrin,

Storms of amaranthine bickers,

And I, breathing corpse engaged within!

 

These swarms of wasping voices,

They smother of my most intimate;

Shall I naught choke these swollen leeches?

“Tis of my sputtering blood, they canst germinate!

 

-THWACK-

 

Whence hast thou e’er been revered?

Chained to granite, ye but a mere fool!

Witness thy own mangled beard!

Thou art myne unworthy footstool!

 

What use hast thou of thine own eye?

Come, thou shalt live by ear alone;

Howl no more, lest I scourge thine right to cry!

Now, I shall leave and return in the morn’;

 

Once more, I have been left to waste away;

I cannot cover my face in shame,

For my hands were robbed of me as I prayed,

Now my eyes cry murder in the flame;

 

Deathlessly oozing of pus,

Myne skull droops heavier with throes;

I remain to my own self, faceless,

For I was borne unto the earth, exposed;

 

-1674, Conisbrough-

 

Naught a scrap of human skin covered me;

As my mother, shrieked to her coffin,

My father hereupon dug a little pit for me,

And I, alive and wailing, was thrown for ruin.

 

‘Tis then a looming authority appeared beside;

Tapping my father on his back, he pointed and spake-

“ Giveth unto me or name thine price.”

Dropping his shovel, my father’s sanity quaked!

 

Without another raucous word,

The dreary figure clawed the ground;

Under the solitude of a savage blizzard;

And I appeared again, choking on mud!

 

He raised me rightly ‘til age 18, this man;

But it was justly part of his plan;

For he thrived in agony,

And I was his onliest monstrosity;

 

-SLAM-

 

How glorious…

Rays of the sun prances off thine vessels!

Such pity, for this shalt be the last;

For I tire of thine sobs, dragging and ceaseless!

 

After so long, a surge of joy entered my being;

And laughter rang like a mirthful tot!

Joyful blood-filled tears begun drooling,

As he tore at my marrow of time.

 

 

-Leah