I will not succumb (the man on my shoulder) by Vikki OwensI will not succumb (no I will not
give up the ghost, pass the plate)
the man on my shoulder
says
deny.
So he could turn me over in
bed and
plant a seed between my hips,
(no, no fruit must pass my lips, I say,
wither all, bear nothing for
him, I will not succumb)
Scissor myself, and tear myself away,
all these bones
hold no memory of him,
hold no taste of his violence, his breath
is broken off, stilted, all echoes
are starved out of
my canyons and caves,
and yet he remains
behind me,
phantom on my shoulder...
(I could take you again, I always had you)
through dusty teeth, cobweb voice
from the corners, pulverized sneer
phoenixed from the ashes
of the past...
(I hate you)
I will not succumb
fly above this body, above the
desolation...
leave her to decay, she is not you.
09/17/2003 Posted on 09/18/2003 Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
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