How dare you let your quest to be numb
Leave me flailing, without you, deaf, blind, and dumb
Though you strive for secrecy
I see your fatally wanton iniquity.
Do you tremble for its stained allure?
Stunning in your alchemic delights,
Like a venal prophecy inured.
Blazing in the chemical sun,
you have tread
Like a surprise kiss knife in it's stead.
Bathed in somnolence, on its teat having fed,
Grinding in intransigence like a sweet slow fuck soon dead
Your fealty only to the rudiments of bliss' stead.
I am sickened by your poppied law.
Your heart's true north is under blackened spoon.
I am punctured by your artless claws.
I will no longer calm your craze
You are laudanum's holy man, arms out stretched, widened jaws
Happily staggering under the stygian depths of your flaws
Aimee Mattingly
03/08/2014
YOU ARE READING
Laudanum
PoetryGoing back through my poems, I wrote this (at least, I think so...and what I mean by that is that I have seizure disorder, and it messes with your memory because of the scarring it leaves on the brain) to illustrate the agony and episodes of periodi...
