GUTLESS

I’m drowning

in an ocean

of filtered water

it is obvious that

I’m in to deep

in to deep because I’ve allowed

you to ingest me whole

to permeate the recesses

of what made me solitary once

I could very easily fend

systematically loathing you

unremorsefully begging you

to regurgitate the spent

of my flesh and frame

and make me sovereign again

like when you used to look at me –

with love

yet,

invoking an immense sensatory

of your lust I hungered for

but drowning, today, is the most

logical approach – this filtered water

pungent-ing my soul,

exterminating my sins,

exorcism-ing my spinal demons

like casting out the Archangel of Guts

from within a paradisonal hell –

sinless, spineless, demonless

I’m a fucking pathetic gutless waste

to what makes a soul humanely pure.

I guess

this is what it means

after one says, “I do”.

This entry was posted on August 17, 2014 by Devlin De La Chapa. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with Dark Fiction, Dark Poems, Dark Poetry, Underground Poetry.

hudaxabdi

I love this, so powerful, truly speaks volumes to me, I’d love if you could read some of my writing and let me know what you think, it’d mean the world, thank you 🙂 ✨

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