faces
rising temperature in the ice cooler of your soul
spoils and then kills every good and fresh thing placed within it
a furnace of evil intent begins to winnow
set ablaze, cremate, the ashes of those killed in your side eye…
3rd eye gouged out long ago, by the fumes of incessant burning
burned by your hate and contempt for them—
those you will use for their life force energy
in your cremation of care.
sterilized are your wounds by this sacrifice made by pride
urgently you tattoo your flesh with the ashes of the human disparaged…
the one of obsidian colored hue, forced into your gashes and contusions
allowing skin to regenerate and make you like brand new—
lies your wholeness, your cannibalistic flesh a graveyard you play in
to the esteem of another, to the dreams of a lover…
a sister, mother, father or brother…
a colleague, an acquaintance, an afar off “I wanna be their very essence”
severing admiration for complete and undignified forced possession
the type of hatred that is sweet in the mouth and sour in the belly’s low
you only care for your ascension no matter the affects
no matter who must leave you all of their personal effects in duress
you rise on the demonic wings of selfishness aglow, lighting your way…
the merriment you ingest: your flesh and their ashes becoming one
you stand unashamed in this exchange of pain…
their pain diminishing your pain to easement.
yet your heartbeat cadence will not dance to their souls chorus
a mismatched becoming, an unequal exchange dawns
a whirlwind of defeat becomes your catacombs—
where you pace to and fro like your still above the ground.
unable to get all you hoped for in your mirage of misery
that you actualized into all encompassing harm…
you are not one of the goddesses, but a talking stone you are
in anger you do not repent, but seek if possible to do so…
to resurrect those tortured souls just long enough to burn them afresh
a new sacrifice made by pride, ashes again avail…
and if you can’t again breathe life and command their flesh and bones form again
you seek out another to spoil and burn and ash and join your ruinous alchemy
underneath your pleasant facial fairytales
where perdition goes to study and rekindle its hearth.
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In Unashamed Négritude & Revolutionary Love,
ORIT
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