Tainted Memories (The Spine Garden)

The tainted memories seep
Like milky tributaries in my inner eye
We can't tell what's real or fake
A witch's brew of cruel needs
And fatal mistakes

Blue and veiny patchwork skin
Hard and bony chiseled face
Grotesque beauty, doll in lace
Jagged whims that track and trace

Diseased lips purse and
Kiss away my conscience
This mistress blurs all you know
I pull away dripping with doubt
A confectioner's glaze
Of buried self hatred

We all freeze in this hereditary tundra
Our genes speak secret tongues
That damn us even before we are born

Cold and endless tile floor
Lone steel tables, padded cuffs
Iodine hands and questions gruff
Nothing I do is good enough

The tainted memories seep
Like milky tributaries in my inner eye
We can't tell what's real or fake
A witch's brew of cruel needs
And fatal mistakes

Raw and ragged hungry maw
Probing signals, dial tones
Voices when I am alone
This madhouse is my second home

We all lose feathers trying to fly away
Or we are plucked and put in cages
Forgetting what it's like to be airborne

Filthy lies that will not die
Exposed and wetly glinting spine
Morbid thoughts that intertwine
I tell myself that I'll be fine

The spine garden grows
These geists of memory march
Across our premature graves
The disease speaks of reality
With snide distaste
A labyrinth of bitter denial
And cool hate

We all have something locked inside
That screams and begs to be freed
And we all refuse to give it release

Human faces blurred and smudged
Rotten jokes and putrid mirth
They try to tell me what I'm worth
But even in chaos, hope is birthed

The End

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