Agitated ink

My chassis is being filled with a terror, I can taste it in my bile, it's tearing through my core and choking me with soil.

Listen:
can you hear?
Such pitiful screeches.
My harpies have been locked away,
yet hear them beg for escape.
I won't allow them a feast,
not tonight.
The moon is pregnant,
my harpies are in terror,
debating over when bloodied birth
will pour from darkened illumination.
If I feed the key,
into abandoned hole,
that fear will become me.
I don't want that,
because it itches.
It burns upon my
diaphanous exterior.
Scratching at the seams,
the thread keeps catching on my thorns.
Every pull brings serenity
down as a veil.
(I'm a bride to relief.)
There's agitation in my marrow,
no detectable meat;
just commotion,
filling me with sickness.
Burning acid that chokes,
forcing asphyxiation.
Off me hatred!
It's obsessing upon my membranes.
But I want it gone.
Turn blind eye to turmoil
it bangs behind my lids;
painting me with crimson ink.
Creating doors to slam
I vomit the harpies.
They harassed their way through
my steeled interior.
Upon the floor they appear
coated in honey;
syrupy flood, they lap at themselves.
I turn in disgust and,
see cracks
running through walls.
Deterioration licks a trail
through my retinas.
Aroma of decomposition.
Gaze down,
a hole of confusion,
where beating self should be.
My harpies snicker,
gorging themselves
on bulging mass of gore.
The key shredded hope
and feathers.
Now I drift below the murky depths
of a forgetful lake
and sink into paranoia's indifference.

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
A read of a different type than I would normal prefer, as it is macabre and grotesque. With that said this Gothic in style write is well written with word brush strokes that remind me of something from Edger Allan Poe would have wrote. I posted two word definitions as I thought some might not be well acquainted with their meaning.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

harpy |ˈhärpē|
noun ( pl. -pies) Greek and Roman Mythology
a rapacious monster described as having a woman's head and body and a bird's wings and claws or depicted as a bird of prey with a woman's face.
• a grasping, unscrupulous woman.
ORIGIN late Middle English : from Latin harpyia, from Greek harpuiai ‘snatchers.’

diaphanous |dīˈafənəs|
adjective
(esp. of fabric) light, delicate, and translucent : a diaphanous dress of pale gold.
ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from medieval Latin diaphanus, from Greek diaphanēs, from dia ‘through’ + phainein ‘to show.’

[Stormy Weather]

This is beautifully dreadful. Nice job.

[Larry Dyson]

I love this analogy"The key shredded hope
and feathers." summation of a deeply philosophical write....simplisticly worded.

[Mariko]

Your poems make me hurt... and I say that, meaning it as the utmost compliment.

They remind me of Picasso's Guernica, Goya's black paintings in his house, and some of Salvador Dali's paintings...

In relentless honesty you lay bare the war of the soul, and I'm sure that it is at no easy cost to yourself...

Thank you for that blatant honesty.

[Tkess]

I really enjoy this poem. I love the use of personification like, " The moon is pregnant" and the use of mythology. I use them quite a bit in my own poems. They are a great metaphor for the modern world and our feelings within it.