Malversation
Sunday, February 02, 2014
4:11 PM
He said he saw
Satan and Jesus Christ
I was too panic-stricken
to ask the question
I never asked him
how he expected
this all would end
I was too horrified
of the answer
These are the secrets
they wish to keep from
the general population
I am not who I seem to be
This is too much responsibility
for one person to bear
It never leaves me
I am already in Purgatory
my moribund soul
is of the utmost inconsequence
Our natural form belies us
like clothing
at this very moment
there are vultures
picking at my bones
His eyes
preoccupied
by some other world
returned to mine
welled with tears.