Bio
I am forever stained with
the ink of your dark soul.
The words your tongue wrote on me,
though now faded with the years,
are still indelible and deadly,
living somewhere beneath my skin.
What is inscribed on a young heart
endures in secret,
like a sorcerer's spellbook hidden
in a musty, timeless tomb.
Sometimes, I think the curse is gone.
Days, or even months, pass in peace.
But then, without warning
it stirs and surges through me
like a recurrence of malaria,
and a mind is fevered-
infected with your sickness.
My sweat smells of old terrors.
My body is a frightened animal.
The cruel voice in my head,
striking hammer blows is yours.
You reach from the past and bruise me.
If there was any justice in the universe,
you'd have been sentenced long ago.
But you are untouched by my suffering
nor by any consequence.
Instead, you forge ahead in life,
a cold, conscienceless machine,
trailing destruction in your wake.
And I a bound to you by blood,
memories of your misdeeds lingering
in the haunted forest of my body,
in the traps waiting to spring.
