Sticks & Stones May Break My Bones Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Sticks and wouldn't be able to break my bones
As much as your verbal onslaught torments and hurts me.
All of these things;
This emotional depression fling
My relationship with you, with gloominess, with death;
Totally converts me;
Into this Infernal, balling disaster!
Raccoon-eyed and skin ghostly, gothicky, alabaster.
Funeral goddess,
The Aphotic Theatre's Leading Lady;

A Master
Of Disaster
As happiness completely evades me.

Replaced with a sadness,
A wintry sorrowful madness.
The seasonal effect;
Causes me to deflect
Feeling a defect
The inner-workings lifeless
Never erect.
It all seems to throw me backward and revert me!

Into such a S.A.D. girl! -
S.A.D. around this time each year?
The jolt of misery?
It's always freezing!
I'm mournful all the time,
I'm doleful every season!
In waves that confuse me.
Rip through me, reduce, use me, hurt me as they pervert me.

These sticks and stones? -
They don't break my bones.
But your words manage to berate me,
Desecrate me
As you articulate so well how much you hate me!
After you've destroyed me
Willed me
And Killed me
You've filled me;
With revulsion, repulsion
Just the same as yours

But, oh, yes!
Do not fret!
Your words manage to completely
Precisely
WAKE ME
As emotionally you rape me
I need somebody to sedate me!
Relate to me
But you only wish to push the stake me.
As you still hiss, you whisper,
How much you hate me.
You crate me,
Strap me down as you take me!

You imprison me,
No wisdom do I see
Only a faux teacher
A devil's worker,
A pretend preacher
I know a LEECH here.
Soul-sucker
Mind-Fucker

My lover.
My brother.
Sometimes even my father or mother.
My enemy.
My frenemy.
My companion
My savage
My conquest

The test…

And, hell, I think you know all the rest.
Some words kept secret?
This way? It's best.



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