thanked me when she gorged on the less
of all my being. In the
smoke swirled souls of paperbacks, midst
the aroma of my melting playstation. of
all bedraggled sacrifices
the 300 count zebra bedsheets that were offered
my childhood, I left to be squeezed in a grip
of devouring hands
the rafters, timbers and carpet fought as honor-
-able martyrs -- struggling in
formation to liberate me from the pursuants of
burning's self-immolating army. A decree
of destruction, coming from the fuzz: burn the
christmas lights and mr. swaggypaws, the jaws VHS, and the wifi modem!
even the sun suffered
as her daughter lit a fatal
cocktail in the minibar. Corpses of splintered casualties eclipsed
burning's body, longitudonal and
inflated. light beams engulfed
every desklamp, compact, even wardrobe and her foster dresses: every glowing artificial star.
Which of my paramours, that burning could
not cannibalize, survived this pheonix'd death is yet to be seen.
©2014 Lex Vex
Portions of the poem based around Cassius Dios book 62:
"Nevertheless, in the midst of sacrifices that were offered in Agrippa's honor in pursuance of a decree, the sun suffered a fatal eclipse and the stars could be seen"