The Corridor

To My Circle of Defectives…
I win
When I realize
The masquerade
Is not sporadic,
But eternal

And the splinters
Caught in my spine
Reciprocate the open wounds
Fashioned as lovely expression

This microcosmic apocalypse:
Condemnation before contempt,
Judgment by blood puppets;
Maggots with cardboard crowns

An often muted
Circle of defectives,
Only finding an exhausted voice
In the martyrdom of another’s words

Now your dried crops are ensured;
Fed by the dirty red,
Bled from an unwilling swell

“He who is without sin…”
Was everyone but me.
(To the weak-minded assembly,
give my regards to irony)

These disillusioned
Mark a time they never knew;
A prophesy of larceny-
Pseudo manic lyricists

Sliced me into small portions,
Dropped what can’t be chewed.
Swallow it and make it yours-
The ungrateful cannibal crew

My hate’s a poison tab-
An overdose that I know is inside
The hardest trip we’ll ever have;

As I melt away, I watch you die.

by Shea Bil'e

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