Intimacy

by animalworkss

You have no confined-space-training,
So you may wait beyond the door;
Your condition is incapable of grasping
What lies there to explore;
Your conscience isn’t pure enough
To stomache what’s in store
For any demon that dare more than
Glance beyond this bedroom door.

You have no confined-space-training,
So you may wait beyond the door;
For others much stronger than myself
Have met their death here on the Floor
Of Infinite Energies, whose violent
Convergence undulates wildly to the score
Of a plot thickened with music
Created by the Framer beyond the door.

You were warned about the training,
Told to wait beyond the door
That held fast the Earth’s dark secrets,
Its beating heart, its breadth, its core;
And with deaf ears you listened
Stepped right in, breathed right out, once more;
So that your entrails splattered wall to wall,
Your pieces piled neatly by the door.

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Copyright Keli Birchfield 2012

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