heretic

by eloisehendy

flotsam and jetsam of the mainstream

                                                             swell

            burst

 

congealing gelatinous substance
mucus oil
slick.

boiling pustule sun glares

down

lays
blistering gaze

i am scorched.

torchlight beams at me
a grinning eye
a grin i cannot
bear

i blink.

what is this liquid leaking
seeping
red hot

(cliché.)

(a shout in the street.)

staked out martyr
with forgotten cause

misplacement

driven through the heart

when burnt alive
the blood boils first.
bubbling up through vein banks
surging
before the flesh drips from seared joints
the blood boils.

riverrun through blood
of
speech
sticky heredity, breeding
shallow graves

i am pressed by the weight of six

soiled

footsteps

muddy stamps
bringing boot strap welts to surface

do you see this?
do you see?

i am blinded

by

the

lights

my clothes are vibrating.

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