Esse
Esse


I see it everyday.
While dancing rhythmically in the pool of swine blood
Swaying to the beat of my tired heart
Plucking wild jasmine from the roadside
I see it slowly slithering by.
But I can't tell.
If my vision is getting worse
Or the city is becoming faint.
Day by day, I expand and I decay.
In the endless routine of consuming the flesh of my mother
Chewing on her bones, praying at her altar
I see it everywhere.
I see it.
In the throbbing lines that dance on the vital signs monitor
In the nonsense shows of the subway tv
In the sound waves of your abhorrent music
In the droplets of my cup of tea
Indicating what has been and what is to be.
I see it lurking.
When the news anchor keeps on shouting shrill
Somebody somewhere is building a pyre again
And the wounds on my body which just won't heal
Oh! the disdain of the mundane.
I close my eyes t
hen to feel it.
Feel it licking the crevices of my brain
Graciously devouring what's left sane
But rain,
Washing away this damned city again .
I have trouble telling but I think it's getting fainter
Like the murky yellow halogens and our future
Buzzing bright neon lights giving the sign
Can you see it?
Is your vision as bad as mine?
I catch a whiff of its pheromones as it glares at me.
Its eyes with the pull of a magnetic field
My veins run dry as it slowly climbs my bed
Sultry breath in my ear, feeling dizzy in my head.
It sinks seamlessly into my dress, my hair and my sheet
Running in circles, flashing its grisly teeth
Invading me in places I can never reach.
So I bite its nape, I hear it screech.
Existence then crawls into my womb in the dark
It strangles my organs till they burst
Coloring my walls burning crimson red
Of living, of dread.