"remembrance" and more work by Julio Rainion
remembrance
blacked-out eyes, studding skin like not-yet-budded feathers
peppering like freckles, oozing as cysts
up arms, over the chest
a too-realistic angel
your lungs ripped from beneath your ribs
as you once were
faux wings never to fly, no
only to bleed
strung up like a slaughtered rabbit
blood dripping from the tip of your nose
arms askance, spread-eagle, touching dirt
you once were a body
gutted, cursed, an omen
rotted out, cocooned
better than all for something you cannot control
or, rather, couldn’t
the red is such a juxtaposition from your golden hair
it stains, leaving streaks
as you’re dragged somewhere, anywhere
a fetish for status
not of your own making
i am sorry, brother
for not culling you
before they could.
so-
- very wretched. a sin
yet i hunger for more – what else can i do?
who else can i destroy, if not myself?
lipstick in off colors
too much of one, too little of any other
chains and shiny things dangling
grommets and knee high boots and eyeliner that could kill
i wish i could
myself, looks back at Me in reflective mirrors
narcissus one and all
too vain. but i look good, so what’s the problem?