A Crucifying Obsession | Celtic Poetry by Shane Clark
A Crucifying Obsession
My desire defiles me and drives me mad. I gnash my teeth and claw at my chest, digging deeper and deeper, trying to tear out whatever it is that eats at my soul, taking years from my life. I scream the wail of the dead!
My heart is wrapped in thorns, cureless wounds they inflict - maddened passions spawn from their piercing. Dreamy shadows rise - love that is more than love. My body convulses, blood pours from my mouth. Turning on my side I fall asleep.
I dream that I’m dead and forget to wake. The blackbird’s voice is shrill. Your face - drifting like flakes of snow. Your dress - liquefying movement…
Cold and scratchy, my eyes… upon their opening; glimmers of guilt and feverish dream fill them with tears as I tear flesh from my chest - naked I lie in half dried blood - the stain of truth. Blossoms of blood drip to meat their dying brothers…
3-30-09
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