With heavy lidded
Eyes I await redemption
Or execution
The Prisoner
Tag: ways to die
Terror
If you saw the spook
Of which I speak, you’d have no
Choice; you’d run and shriek
In the End
I am forfeit. My
Biceps splashed with bruises shaped
Like their fingerprints,
As they jack me up
With Haldol, an army of
A thousand hands. This
Is what awaits your
Self disclosure, when you share
Your opinions and
Your reasoned judgments.
Their boot is ready to crush
Your neck, to end you.
Nightmare 1
Toothless hag clamps my
Mouth, waking, smothering me,
Beneath her bathrobe
Temptation to Quit
Death is a woman,
Beautiful, luxurious,
Cold, waiting for me.
Shell
My face doesn’t work.
When my family sees me,
They worry, “what has
Happened?” Nothing. This
Is just who I am now. This
Shell is all I am.
Martyr’s Pyre
She keeps her martyr’s
Funeral pyre beneath
Our bed, ready to
Light and lay upon
It, devoured in flames like
She always wanted.
I recollect this,
Decide to keep my mouth shut.
The fire smolders.
As the World Burns
Outside my window,
Raging destruction, I just
Can’t care about it.
Wounded Horse
Galloping horse am
I, my blood streaming down my
Flanks, never stopping.
Herman’s Hermitage 