The Devils Pew

dare not say how you excommunicated me from your life a spoken word became as absent as bones in a sharks body a smile which once created smiles now creates eternal strife the way you spoke French to me and bragged of icebergs and rocky shores How you opened your body to me and ignited a fire in my iliac furrow Nothing made me harder then observing you finishing my chores from the same land as my father, you abstained from monogamy black lace of your undergarment was no blacker than your intent there remained no sympathy, no love, no epiphany the rug you hooked under my bed was tireless and askew "stay out of the desolate pits" she would sing to me in annoyance I uncovered refuge in the form of the devils pew a pew which was cast in the ivory of a seals canine the ocean bubbled like a wash of salt and foam an adopted child cries out like an overweight feline amidst a lack of sleep I was convinced you were Satan manic screams about, stones broken in an abandon lot white hot coffee sipped on in a park named after clayton the summer we drove back through Annapolis in the valley sun carnal relations presumed amongst the proximity of family in the wake of which you claimed to have not had fun your daddy since long dead and you long for his touch again sympathy escaped me and I only craved your body and touch I have not grown an inch in the 3 years since then at home now it is winter and the flames crackle behind me ah, I move through the ruins of my old and tired mind the hot fruity nature is gone, the sting of the bee you now know not who I am or what I have become my name has become forbidden and I, immutable I need not know where you come from. From then on, I remained at the devils pew I cried to him "my mate has worn me down" "I wish to be reborn, to be fresh and new" Satan tapped his lance and spoke "your life is of great importance to me" his lies bludgeoned me and I began to choke "I will create your paradise, paint me a picture" I complied to satan's delirious request "My chamber and bed must be the only fixture" Choking as I was, I gave him a catatonic stare he turned his back and bid me farewell I appeared alone without any immediate care the bed was soaked with sweat that was not my own "was this a terror of the night? the vision of Lucifer himself? and for the thousandth time, I reached for my phone.