Wuthering Soul Poem by Róisín Ohayon

I maul the sopped soil
the impious hollowed body
the bark of the tree.
I throw my decrepit vessel
against its throbbing bulbous
veins till I burst
overflow
suspended
within a vile state of dolour


excreted from my skin Tangling
in my coat Sinking
into the faceless
endless
soil
tumbled out my
splintering
emptied veins and soul.


embedding into the skin of the
grave my paws prod, weeping
disastrously-
venomously
soiled torn and shattered


My coat plastered to my bones
I whimper howl and curse
I spit out foul profanities,
breaking down,
weak
utterly disfigured, towards the
gold grange the sickeningly
christ-like estate
that has stolen you from me


Society's mouths engulfed you
in our utmost entirety
our foul life and your foul
husband
thwarting the fusion of our souls
thwarting my body becoming yours
thwarting yours becoming mine
you are more myself than you
I am more dead myself than rather


you said I killed you
haunt me then!
tear down my house
set ablaze our moors
taunt me riddle me
my heaven o
torture me
murder me!
come back to me!

let me know you are still here that we still remain the same
material

You horrid person!