Darkness Poem by Shane Clawson

I cast you off
To an isolated cell block
A tropical crisscross of barbed wire
The world is through with you
Your chants, your mischief, your Jewry
I cannot stand anymore
I broke my mother's china
Because your name slipped into my mouth
Slithering on my tongue
Burning, burning like napalm
You serpent

I cast you off
And still my locks are picked
Newscasters warn danger lurks
In the basement, under the rug
In my soup
What shall I do?
I fried all memory of you
Unconscious photographs I bleached with serotonin infested capsules
Spent my recovery reading novels in the garden
Only to come back to you to you