Agendas scorn
Viciously clawing at my soul
The purity of what I search for
Is so hard to find
The search hinders me
Restless, sad, vaguely myself
A bitter boy disguised
As a demigod
Brought to his knees
Eight bullets are all it took
To disembowel his soul
Into repugnant cruelty
Asking, pleading, commanding
For me to believe in him
As his God
I stare at the chat
A few seconds pass me by
A strange realization caught me
Off guard, "Fucking hell!"
It's the dreadful god complex
A doctor has gone quite insane
Rearing its demonic head
Craving a chance
At mismanaged redemption
Just to prove an irrelevant point
Of domineering superiority
Disregarding ethics
Left loathsome and corroded
Something of a man
Crossed my path
Like a wendigo
Enchanted with the magic
Of a skinwalker
I listened
Knowing his lies
From the moment he spoke
In his mangled flesh
My walls I deconstructed
For a moment
To appease my curiosity
He poisoned my soul
So severely
Water couldn't breach
My thirst
Air couldn't thrive
In my congested lungs
And lines from an IV
Crisscrossed
My frail body
COVID
You ruthless bitch!
At the most inopportune time
Irrationally the past
Came through my window
I thought just a friend to be
But jealousy and spite
Clung to his words
I disagree wholeheartedly
With his ridiculous notions
Over and over
Not concocted by his own mind
I laid waste to him
For suggesting
My flesh and blood
Was not important
Compared to his increasing needs
I drew my boundaries
On the California coastline
Walking away
From a man who drank so much
He wore depends
Is the devil in the details?
I used to think so
Long, long, so long ago
Logic sunk in quickly
An old childhood friend
Never letting me down
No, nope, no
The devil is the scapegoat
Human behavior is the plague
Brace yourself, warrior,
Keep your fortress defended
This conflict of erosion
Is a never-ending historical
Habit of demise
Clinging to their genetics
Of humans without souls ®
Karen L. Fleming, 7.12.23
