poesie

Rebellion

I push onward,
Rebellion scraping ribs and thoughts
twisting, unraveling like threads
under blood-wet fingers.

'if you won't be tamed',
I snarl at my mind, my heart,
my reflection glimmering on
the cold metal,

'you'll be subdued'.

I push deeper,
Rebellion tearing flesh and severing
ties, my very self giving way
under blood-red teeth.

'if you won't comply',
I grasp at the hilt, at the thought,
at the choice I pretend
I have left,

'you'll be compelled'.