When Knowing Doesn’t Matter

Pale hands pressing down
Pulling me like warm taffy.
Sweeping waves of electricity
Dance and arc along my jawline
To pool like plasma in my mouth.

Snakes flick their tongues
In my ouroboros belly,
Waiting for the worshippers at
This altar of unguarded regrets
To genuflect like human dominoes.

I’m swimming through layers
With players and slayers
Waving broken, bloody banners;
A naysayer troubled and trembling,
Waltzing with destiny to doubt’s dirge.

© Brandewulf 2018


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