Compulsion

The urgency compels words of dark  I conjure libraries of shame Calcifying this purpose My mouth, an arid wasteland Twigs crack under the weight of my guilt Your bedside lamp traces divine silhouettes  Of the arch in your back against tapestries  The haphazard, uncaring way in which he unclasps your bra  Inflicts me with seething detestation I will go to war and rain hellfire  He will be nothing but a vapour  In which I will inhale like smoke  I will return

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026