StonedSquared

[stonedsquared]

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Her eyes dark pools.

Her mind, the same yet deeper.

She doesn’t let a diver see

anything she chooses not.

Yet I dive deeper

Into the tunnels of her mind

Not knowing exactly what I’ll find

Except in moments of clear waters

Pleasantly I realize.

These walls are made of diamond.

Like her, every angle cut divine.

[stonedsquared]

Hellfire and Brimstone

By S

My left fist clenches.

Doing so without a thought.

Sitting in unpleasant irony.

Still as stone.

The right hand grasps my knee.

Knowing, feeling, every nerve.

Pulses of torturing electricity.

I wish this not upon my son,

nor my worst enemy.

A seed grows inside of me.

A tree of consistent agony.

All from such a tiny boulder.

It’s roots setting deep,

right leg, left arm, right shoulder.

A healthful plant, you see.

As it’s made itself a happy home,

potted inside my kidney.

Fierce a furnace stoked alight,

of Hellfire and Brimstone.

To Satans horrible delight,

cackling from his throne.

I bite down tight as a carpenters clamp.

Grinding my teeth as a miller does grain.

The brain has its tricks of fighting,

and stifling the pain.

And when it’s all calmed over,

I just wait to weather it again.