girlfriend ’ s Cyster .
apart one
The Siamese twin she bore within
Lies curled around roots of tumours,
Nothing is strange if you live in the dream
Of a child kept alive by rumours.
girlfriend would smile and feign denial
Whenever I mentioned her “other”.
I assured her I’d not desert her
No matter which quirks we uncover.
“For,” I declared,
“We all need someone to share
The burden we bear unbidden.
If trust is the alter L ove lies trussed upon,
Secrets ought not to be hidden.”
She laughed and replied,
” Well, I only confide in my Cyster inside.
She keeps all the secrets my lips cannot hide.”
Rebuffed I said,” Then, I shall forthwith ignore it!”
Avoiding the rub that I’m drawn to the morbid.
Told girlfriend not to worry (hurriedly kissed her) -
“Cyster , I pledge, will not come between us.”
Yet, as whispers slip through night´s shroud,
I dream of scenes intravenous.
While girlfriend’s asleep Cyster begs for release.
I hear the words clear with an ear upon navel.
“Save me, sweet prince. Set my love free.
There’s a carving knife there on the table.”
I felt like a knightmare in spineless armour.
So I sparked up a joint, swoon felt a lot calmer.
But night after night Cyster begged, u ndeterred.
As I slept my sub-conscience pooled every word:
“In gaols of flesh aortal alters are keys;
Enduring fibrillations freak Will surmounts.
We belong in each other, to beat as we please,
Love weighing tonnes i n each corporeal ounce.
Remember, forget t his shallow veneer,
Deep beneath being all that counts.”
Thus was I entranced b y the sweet
Concept of a dalliance with classic romance;
Thrill of illicit, unrequited lust;
Violin-strings whenever we dance;
Ginger Rogers, Fred Astairs
Laughing like nobody has any cares.
Embracing while gracefully racing
Down huge flights of stairs.
When gay isn’t gay butt
Merely felicity lighter than airs.
Feuds just amuse,
Spats end then and theirs!
To whit:
To woo
During moonlit trysts,
He would fain desist.
She coyly resists;
Eyes meet and mist.
Kisses are kissed.
Tongues are bent.
Effortless hair beyond compare
Is HeavenScent. He nose no
Ode errs in nostalgia’s yesteryears.
Where men were suave and debonair,
Perfect cavaliers.
Women disarmed were charmed,
Believing in what appeared sincere.
Ecstacy whiplashed the neck of purity,
Exhorting passion most dire from carnal desire.
A man was merely misunderstood ;
Never a wordless lyre.
Never a liar…
girlfriend`s Cyster.
depart two.
A subtle
Flickofwristcutstoquick.
A gentle slice severs girlfriend’s windpipe
Expending a hiss of Aeolian hype,
And I move to the smooth
Swell of her belly.
Her oesophageal gurgling
I soon found disturbing,
So I turned volume up on the telly.
Delving deeper I slit through swathes of flesh,
Gagging, tore away corpuscle mesh.
Spitting revolting this act I performed;
Focusing desperately on amour’s reward; on this
Hibernating angel awakened, adored.
I searched through the girl
Wherein my soul was moored.
While Cyster`s words flayed and fried
Frazzled nerves I dug for her.
Dug with famished fervour of lover and murderer.
Afraid lest the feverish heat s hould curdle her.
“Make haste, my love, I sense you near.
The dark is awash with the stench of base fear.
A cramped cavity affords me no brevity
You cannot fathom this constricting severity!”
Drawn in towards the source of the call,
It seemed just a strip of lean tendon away.
I trawled through gore to the nauseous core.
Tore meat like a Ripper disembowelling prey.
Elbow-deep I groped beneath
Her skin with a killer’s hands,
Numb to the throb of organs,
Viscous pulse in gristled glands.
I sought until soaked in blood
So tenderly spilt.
Yet Cyster`s cries grew neither
Loud nor fainter.
I saw in girlfriend’s frozen gaze
A mirror to my guilt.
She resembled abstract art
By an absinthe-minded painter.
The dregs of her shreds drenched the walls and floor.
I paused with exhaustion from the heinous chore…
But where?
Where was Rapunzel my bewitching princess?
Which calcium tower held a damsel in distress?
Was she chained to a rib-cage or out on a limb?
In a coil of intestine or in furrowed folds of quim?
I sat back and listened within a mist of mutilation -
No part of the carcass had escaped desecration.
I could locate no direction for the maddening sound;
Cyster’s plaintive wailing echoed all around.
Yet there was naught left to butcher,
Not a morsel intact.
No bone not cracked,
Pulp not hacked,
No innards left to extract.
Then with creeping dread
I felt an awful truth rise
And break the surface.
Comprehension slowly dawned
Upon a torrent of inaudible curses!
A wave of energised panic shot
Adrenalin up my arched spine.
A neck snapped a skull back,
Convulsing lips emitting a whine,
A despairing cry emerged
In a mind reason had fled
It rose in pitch to a shriek,
Eyes rolled back in a head…
And that’s when I saw her.
girlfriend`s Cyster.
apart three.
Like a mollusc peering from its shell,
An inmate of intimate hell,
Yelling my name
Rattling the chains of my brain
That served imprisoned Cyster as her living cell.
She stretched an arm through bone-shard bars towards me.
“My beloved, at last, you have come to grant me liberty”
I recoiled in horror but my terror had nowhere to run.
Blood filled my mouth - I spat out half a tongue.
Lock-jawed with remorse, drained of free-will,
Compulsive crimes of passion compelled me still.
But not girlfriend´s at all but mine.
In the space behind my eyes,
A jealous nemesis schemed within,
Plotting a rival’s timely demise.
A copulating couple in carnal ardour,
Uniting girlfriend and I,
Roused a comatose homunculus,
Through our joint orgasmic cry.
Now my inner sibling confined has caught a glimpse of beyond.
Cranial chambers ring with demands we relinquish our bond.
Iniquities of birth must be inverted -
The twin contained shall encounter peace.
Lying dormant in a clay convent;
Now destiny owed her sweet, sweet release.
Her loneliness to cease.
Within to reach without
Survivors share saliva,
Kiss away the darkest doubt.
Is it asking too much?
Respite from an everlasting touch.
One moment in the wide open,
To risk the prairie fire.
The more shocked logic thought it over,
The less I could deny her.
Vows sworn before of t he heart
Have mysterious ways of coming true.
My devious amygdala:
Her wisdom soon shone through.
Beseeching, i mploring,
Pleading till I knew,
Until I deciphered the deed behind the clue.
So I wiped clean the chipped, jagged edge
Of the last unbroken blade.
Commenced to slash through cartilage
Free us both of errors made.
And somewhere in a shimmering haemorrhage
She’ll be surfing as I fade…
Away.
Epiglottal Epilogue
a part four ever
The outer form betrays
A transient, ephemeral appeal
Diminishing with the years.
But the inner vortex craves
To contaminate what is real
Before it disappears.
I shall miss her.
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). But anywho...I enjoyed it...in a morbid fashion, that is. Oh, and thanks for the comments on Death Aria (or whatever it ends up being titled), I like feedback and it's pretty limited right now.
