inferno

listening for the song of this voice
longing, starving.
my heart creeps to the beat of thoughts
bouncing in my mind.
the anxiety shakes me,
it won't release me.
bruising my ego,
penetrating me.

traveling my spine,
cervical, thoracic, lumbar,
inferno, purgatorio, paradiso.

between the skin,
i can feel the hell swallow me within.
my hands no longer those of an angel,
but of the fallen.

my esophagus curling,
picturing but one molecule of oxygen,
and i gasp for air.

fire gripping me,
between the skin,
i can feel the hell swallow me within.

foolish we are,
to think we can survive
this apocalypse of our souls,
and we all divide.
no opinions better than another,
and we shake our angry fists.
undoubtedly, you are wrong,
and i am always right.

evil jading me,
between the skin,
creeping with sin,
the unholy father pulling me in.


--lynn tague