Your dissidence carved my calloused hands [with serrated badges and bayonets]
I have the face of a painting and the cloak of no guilt
I'm robed in the blood of innocents
Your bullshit and absence seared, cauterized my heart,
filled with murky hate and veins that pump
these bloody, calloused hands (I'll will to kill 'til I spill red, white and
blue blood.)
Your static sounds batted my bruised ears
And made the shrieks of Sam come down
like shrapnel
In hell-fire from crimson skies
I walk, I stalk like Jack the Ripper
Looking in the alleys for huddled flesh
My edges slice in the shadows between lights
My spirit seeps up through sewers to boil and burn
Just remember this when my hands wrap around
a milk white throat and squeeze out a shrill, strident scream:
Y.O.U. are the butler who put the gloves on my hands
saying: "Go forth, my creation; strangulation is what we do."
Then you lit me on fire and threw me outside...
Author notes
the following criteria were used for KtuluBlackwolfe's contest:
Title- A Fire Inside
Word Bank
-Calloused hands
-dissidence
cauterize
strangulation
strident
...hopefully y'all caught the david berkowitz references
A contest entry
- Heating Things Up! Round 2 by Ktulu Blackwolfe.
550 points, ended February 1, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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HOLY MOLY
this was absolutely brilliant. I loved this. Though there is one part I want to point out...
your line
"(I'll to kill 'til I spill red, white and blue blood.) "
The first I'll does not seem right as if maybe something like I'm to kill or something else should be there.
just a thought
**Ktulu Blackwolfe**
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my bad; my bad, you're right. it's supposed to be "I'll WILL (the verb) to kill 'til I spill...red, white and blue blood."
thank your for the comment! i'll fix that right away
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