don't be surprised when she rejects you
just because i showed you
my light and my flowers
doesn't mean that i am not more
than mere petals and soft sunlit
nights and mornings;
i am also darkness and rage,
talons and thistles and the sharpest
of thorns;
i am both the dream and the nightmare—
tried to give you goodness,
but all you did was throw that in my
face;
carving into my marrow with all of your darkness
suspending me in a limbo where i couldn't
think straight let alone remember who i was—
if you are so eager to dance with death
then i will reveal her to you,
but don't be surprised when she rejects you because
you are not worthy to be her husband and she
won't be just anyone's bride.
searching for the last bone
you kept me at a distance
so i couldn't smell the stench
of your rotting corpse,
i must confess that i didn't know
zombies could speak so sweetly
or tell such lies and leave behind
such darkness
in the living;
guess they have to have some sort
of edge the movies and books never
show—
but now that i have crawled
out of the bones of your darkness,
consider this the shovel to your face
before i thust every silver blade of
my fury into you and cut you into
so many pieces the critters will be searching
for days for the last bone.
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