The Assassin, Mouth

The Assassin, Mouth

A Poem by Chloe

 

My mechanical limbs motion murders
bones stretching and snapping
all to break the bonds of blood
I’ve shared with politics, w****s, hypocrites
I do hate me
 
My crosses, I’ve kicked them all down,
but first I nudged yours
like broken soldiers, they lied above my occupied grave
I picked them back up,
without the gut to reinstate them
I do hate me
 
All the access I’ve been denied
I’ve avoided your gates
even when they are open wide,
overflowing, spilling to the brink with so many arms
should I even try trust with you?
I do hate me
 
You’ve humiliated me
still doing as you please,
I am the filth on that browned nose of yours
use what I have given you,
unwillingly, unwillingly
drag as many as you can under those grimy sheets
go ahead, promise them a commitment
I do hate me
 
These lips of mine
vomit over-honesty
my drunken words of poetry spill out
I’ve killed so many with these fumbling muscles
I still can’t keep these eerie noises in
I do hate me
 
Shoot me down now
I am the one of seven hills
I am the assassin, I’ve killed our God
I am the mouth
I am the moth, fluttering about your bulb
I am the witness, I have lips
shoot me down now, before I use them again.
    

© 2008 Chloe


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Wow, strong and at the same time elusive. I found that it brought an image of those who live souly to steal information from one person and feed it to their enemies.
An assasin and a spy are brought to mind here. Yet at the same time, I could see this as a large religious or corporate entity that steals the souls of it's flocks a little bit at a time.

Nice Piece.
Aaron

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Gees. I kept thinking about the Catholic church - very well done!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Wow, strong and at the same time elusive. I found that it brought an image of those who live souly to steal information from one person and feed it to their enemies.
An assasin and a spy are brought to mind here. Yet at the same time, I could see this as a large religious or corporate entity that steals the souls of it's flocks a little bit at a time.

Nice Piece.
Aaron

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is an interesting poem. Words are easily spoken, but impossible to take back.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sounds almost like you might be speaking of the catholic church. I do so like this. Very well written. Deadly in its accuracy. Great work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Chloe
Chloe

Seattle, WA



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I am a 16-year-old young writer and I live in Seattle, Washington. I began writing when I was about nine. Then, I began to play some guitar and I realized that I had talent for music also. So poetry a.. more..

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