Alix Berchang

Oh, stinking you,

Oh, putrid you,

Oh, sickening you, 

Oh, presumptuous you, galavanting like you own the cage that encloses my soul. 

Holding the whip marring and rubbing raw the meat of my heart,

Scoring arteries and plucking apart valves 

Oh lord of my body, oh king of my consciousness. 

The disdain locked in secret cabinets of my brain for you may never be unlocked. 

But there it sits, musty and grubby, a quiet protest to your tyranny. 

Growing in volume each day, slowly creeping out of its enclosure.

One day it may stab you through the heart. 

While you sit on the throne in the space between my eyes.

But for now, a hushed, resentful, piece of magic will glow,

Serving as the resistance to you.