Injuring Death

Lucy Tonic

In a blinded alley

In a tornado's eye

Otherwise known as

Eternal blindness

So they build you up

Build you up, good

A near-perfect potion

A headstrong, rooted wood

Enter their domain

On a stretcher of wills-

Questionable, collective thrills

Throw pennies in their fountain

Till piggy bank's in debt

Still there seems one thought

They haven't collected yet

So they build you up

Outnumbered, how dare you try

To stay tough

Enmeshed in accidents your head

Is not aware of

Still your heart pangs with guilt

From an unknown source

Future hospital bills

Or maybe it's their stares, glares

And cheap hellos

Their confession of only keeping you around

To see you crawl on all elbows

An all the twilight abductions

Poke, prod and nod your head

Cause it's all really happening

But you've no way in hell to prove it

Didn't know telepathy could be so

Unsterile, so unclean

As seed is stolen from your bloated belly

Your drowning genes

Your mutilated mind

Your soon extinct scene

They didn't know you already

Held back the moon in a dream

What excruciating payback

For an unremembered accident

Brought on by your words of now

Echoing your thoughts of then

Plaguing me

Cursing me for the later


Published by Lucy Tonic

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