Please stop
the cessation
of thought tattooed on my brow
In powdered prophecies
and cradled curses I loom
Aborting the royal dynasty
flowering in bloom
Crowned in ashes
and baby’s breath I rise
A snarling sphinx
riding the crescent of demise
This rose shrouded melody molding
to my withered petals folding
In the grasp, the claw
of Osiris’s mighty jaw
A possessed gorgon suspended
and slumbering in stone
Bathing in your idols
resurrected pheromones
Clutching the holy rhapsody
that’s nursed within his apathy
Cronus grows his chains
Nurturing my vanity
reflecting her insanity
Isis pulsing through my veins
I’m fashioning the fetus
of darkened Gods born dreaming
A gore spattered conduit stunned screaming
The famed inferno split conceiving
spirits; in utero still seething


