On The Pinnacle Of Possession Poem by Stacey Williams

On the pinnacle of possession,
As the rattling machine guns hammer at my chest,
Lead me, feed me, need me,
As the bullets puncture each breast.

Arch my back, the moment cascades over me
The terror trembles from the base of being
I can’t contain it, for fear of loss, there is no controlling this feeling
My skin is splitting as the bones rip through
The ammo attacks me to silence each taboo.

This can’t be true,
I swore never again,
Yet here I am, with my bleeding fist
Grasped tightly around my pen.

Grasp my skin, the fire will win, nothing will end the suffering
Thrashing fires of whipping flames
Engulf me in a frenzy of wrath
No master out there can ever tame
No one will cross it, all lose their path.

Those green feline eyes,
That raven black hair,
A thousand lashes of paradise
That resides in the hollow space there.

My whoring rage,
The stab of my own knife’s thrust,
Nothing will quench,
My obstinate thirst for lust.