I have become possessed

By the snakish charm of

A flower

Put up to my temple,

And I am held hostage,

Pleading for my life

As I am forced to stop

To smell the rose which 

Pricks my artery fingers

As blood gushes, and blood clots

Vicariously, whilst I wilt,

Uproot, and disentigrate

While you stab me with a knife

And you plant a kiss on my cheek

 

As I bleed out and clot up

I press on the gangrened wound

In which I am dying from

Imagining it to be a bruise

As I wish for it to fade away into

The dead of the night

Which turns into a bottomless pit

In which I dig with a foolish shovel

And I fall into,

Unable to climb out as the rabbits

Begin to eat me alive

Like newborn maggots, arrayed in a

Glorious manger of the decomposing 

Corpse, bloating, for it has had too much

Of its wonderous fill

 

Gluttonous am I

To search for honey, as I become

Full and sick of it,

Eating quail after quail before it comes

Out of my nose in mass murderous amounts

The pollen is desirable

For I am a bird and a bee in one

And honey is needed to build the wisdom

Of the hive,

But foolish am I to hum and buzz

As the honey causes my insides to spill

Out onto a potter's field, bought with

Thirty silver coins

And the pollen cuts off my air supply,

Prohibiting me from ever being allowed to breath

As I asphyxiate excessively,

And my sinuses are given the label

Of a marime being, preventing me from 

Ever returning to the homeland known

As a man's touch

 

Oh, woman

Where art thou 

As you bask in the sunlight,

Glorified as an angel, a statue to look upon

With glory,

As your doe-like breasts

Lure me towards your exceeding

Comfort?