lingchi (a thousand cuts) —

©2021 Michael Raven

he was all smiles
and brazen confidence
there on the
execution scaffolding
until they opened 
that wooden box
with the instruments of
his death:

razor sharp words and
honed glass memories
numbering in thousands

he begged for mercy
at the sight
and still
they bled him dry

my past is a
vampire bat hanging
from my neck:
exsanguination
each day
of my life

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper.

TS Eliot, The Hollow Men

i am surrender:
i lay down arms
suing for peace
this fortress
ready for
possession
under a
white
flag

silence is the cruelest dagger
twisting like ice in your heart
as it turns back and forth
always leaving behind
the black taint of questions
unanswered salting the wound
and a trail of scarlet
left in the driven snow
leading to no place
and no where

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i have
seen too much
loved too much
known too much
ached too much
desired too much
read too much
fucking SEEN too much

i see i see i see seer sear
sear
sea
s

pluck these eyes              
blind me
stuff my ears                    
with busted glass
sew my mouth shut
tar me and set me          
aflame

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