Imposed a gash to upheave
all that I had; saw, divulged with a key.
Did not await to retrieve,
sealed and defiled by illiberal creed.
It was a latent release
I could not sway, mumble notes, nor deceive.
Nothing more than a thorn and disease,
the noir thread from the canvas you weave.
But I find a gateway to revive,
gamble death and roll the die
then ponder by the edge of the hole.
Withering between the poles,
Paramnesia splitting my soul
as I am scraped in the undertow.
You would claim the debt is unfair
but you were about when the ashes befell.
I grew to love bitter taste of despair—
the fruit I bear to gain hope in my hell.
Here I am, once again.
Found alone beneath the rain.
No soul around to call my friend,
and no girl to love or mend.
Yet I get the feeling I am alive
with drapes of shadow by my side,
they hover in and out of the walls,
together we may withdraw,
take heed, convene through the stall
and behold the pieces free fall. - R.A. Vandal © Copyright 12/9/18
Art by: Chiharu Shiota
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