Eden

I’m laying in fresh glades

He’s feeding me venal scripts to keep me serene, twisted and sedated, like his sweet promises were made to save me, he’s concealing his sticky heathen fingerprints and his solipsistic conceited ways.

fading in breezy blades

He’s stealing my healing, reeling me in, eating up forgiveness and making it all about him, he’s pretending he’s all butterflies and mellifluously honey hymns, I can see the irony now because he’s buttered with bitterness, eager only to please his voracious will within.

bleeding and being brave

He’s playing the shade of an inimical fallen angel, unaided, he leaves me conflicted between his Gabriel and Satan, you wouldn’t believe it if I told you because his demeanour glows divine-adjacent, his practiced mien is indefectible honour, shining in pitched picture-perfect placement.

even had me praying

Deliberately hidden behind a semblance that is handsome and favoured, his vacant face is some else place in these macabre moments he says are sacred. He tightly laces black tape across my rib cage, massacres my skin so he can breathe in my laboured breathing, he sprays mace into my lacerations, riddles me with intricate razored abrasions, he’s tasting the sensation of my harrowed stings.

on my knees to stay

He used to be my saline, now he’s inimitable sin. He compels me to become my complacent fate, there’s no leaving him, he’s expropriated my body and inside my head taken my place, made it his space, locked up behind him, blocking even evasive escapes.  I can’t find a way in, and there’s no way out. Even Lucifer would have shown me mercy, why did I give him the benefit of doubt?