See me,
Am I not a monster?
A malevolent Orthrus?
I sit
framed by Noir shadows,
crawling expressionist tracks.
I lie
and I contemplate
the worst infidelity.
I lay a course
for broken sacred oaths
with fresh promises that can never be fulfilled.
What
bodies conjuncted
to raise these tides in me?
Spilling wanton words,
in a surf of unabashed affect,
crashing onto a shore of rocky conscience.