IDOL OF ANGER.

within your autumn eyes

and hellfire gaze

stands before you 

an idol made from flesh and folly.

you touch its skin with heated passion,

the fire in your heart

producing magma in your veins

like a map from here, to there, to anywhere sound

and burning the grounds you don't understand.

you were my home

my hands, my eyes, my womb

an amniotic safe space

for every feed and every failure.

you held my hand 

to kiss away every fever

and gave me every word

a discovery of blood between my thighs.

you found me

you shaped me

you created me.

and yet . . . 

you bow before this idol

a self righteous ruby of immolation.

a platter of sacrifice with

your worthwhile relationships at the center.

and here i scream "oh mother, why!"

but no response to ever be met.

we make of game of you holding tight

the affections i break my limbs to chase.

to drink my own blood

if it would make you smile.

to forfeit my finances

in exchange for admittance of pride.

two souls enmeshed in psychological warfare.

two bodies embracing with knives behind their backs.

we are so bad, but searching so dearly

the escape routes within each other.

i am twenty eight years too late

to recognize the umbilical binding

i have never severed,

and all directions to feel so foreign.

every language i could learn

will not bring you to my table.

we are victims of babel.

so mother, with your idol of anger

i pray it keeps you company.

i pray the fire from every argument

keeps your hands cold in the winter.

for i have a little girl within me

who seeks to heal from decisions she never made.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

You are an exceptional writer.

A further analysis would just degrade what you have presented us here. I think the writing speaks for itself just fine.

[S€H@J]

A very nice poem you really outdid yourself on this one but it could for sure use some rhyming but nvm one of the finest pieces with. Bit o explicit contents I've seen
And yeah a tit for tat
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