the chains he made holding us down

all of the blood was surely
pumping when my black knight
woke me under what was always
a full moon to sing me gothic
lullaby’s and take me wanting
into his lair under the dirt
where we would crush everything
in our paths

always i would wake in the
aftermath confused and lost,
my most precious belongings
scattered around my room,
and parts of me broken and
bruised and ashamed and i
would wait for another bright
moon never more prepared.

9 thoughts on “the chains he made holding us down

  1. i misread the second line and thought something along these lines:

    all of the blood was surely
    pumping when my back slashed
    open through intentional industrial
    accident via 2×4 saw
    and pump it did in a stream tall and long
    reaching near the roof before returning
    to the ground on which i now lay

    – but yours was cool too

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