My joints are rigged.
Held together by mis-shapen cogs and screws.
Controlled, violently wielded by spider legs and centipedes.
Forced into strained movement as i struggle to
Gain authority.
My eyes are rigged.
Unwillingly adhered agape.
Injustices cold heartedly committed.
Azure sight turns somber, clouded in
Forced bleakness.
My mouth is rigged.
Not raging, or unkept.
Sealed, suppressed. Opinions malevolent
Knives wedged in the crevices of my throat.
Coral lips seeping gore.
Butterfly stitches only draw more.
My mind is rigged.
Gracious Thoughts little nothings in the
Pool of foreboding pitch
That lies behind murky eyes.
Trigonometry without Hypotenuse,
Replaced by my own equation of
Obsession divided by overflowing
Ebony words, multiplied by repercussive
Relapse of weakness!
I HAVE NO CONTROL!
My body is rigged
Bound and held by chains
Of garbled speech.
Unwilling to even attempt
A single finger twitch.
I lay in wait now
For dawn to settle in,
For little specks of sunlight to
Peak through blackout curtains.
Only to find, a gridlocked body.
YOU ARE READING
Acosmist Dysphoria
شِعرAcosmist Dysphoria The writings of an uneasy adolescent Who believes in nothing.
