So…What’s It Like To Live With A Tyrant?
by khf
This is a battle of foolish will
pubescent girl
vs
Wrath’s Own GOD
But the stars spinning in my eyes
blind me to the approaching storm:
the clouds poaching lightning
from the thunderous fathoms
no child could see.
I pierce his level stare
with hope
and a pocketful of words.
Six Words.
SIX BIG WORDS.
I am flush with power.
A woman of letters
has lifted me
above my station
dangled a dream in front of me
casting me as
A would be
A could be
Scholar.
I am washed in the mercy of starlight.
Buoyed by the diamonds in my pocket.
I Am The Wind
the words—my wings.
I am a princess
caught in the fairytale
of my own delusion.
I wave my 6 magic words
before his eyes
The eyes of every angry man
who ever was
who ever will be
Eyes cold
with molten revenge
Eyes capable of incinerating a girl
Before the last vowel
Of the last word
Escapes into oblivion.
He attacks with cunning accuracy
manhandling the wellspring
of my shame
where I hide my naked body--
the lone call
of womanhood
mortifying my chest
disgracing my groin
with alien heat
and knotted cramps
and an ominous seepage
that surely foretells my death.
This is the moment of
the fool’s defeat.
The air scorched
stinking of burnt words
and oily sweat.
His. Mine.
I feel my bones bleed.
My knees buckle.
My bowels sink.
I am an old lady
in need of a cane.
So…
This is
what it’s like
to live
with
A
Tyrant.
khf
9.22.22
by khf
This is a battle of foolish will
pubescent girl
vs
Wrath’s Own GOD
But the stars spinning in my eyes
blind me to the approaching storm:
the clouds poaching lightning
from the thunderous fathoms
no child could see.
I pierce his level stare
with hope
and a pocketful of words.
Six Words.
SIX BIG WORDS.
I am flush with power.
A woman of letters
has lifted me
above my station
dangled a dream in front of me
casting me as
A would be
A could be
Scholar.
I am washed in the mercy of starlight.
Buoyed by the diamonds in my pocket.
I Am The Wind
the words—my wings.
I am a princess
caught in the fairytale
of my own delusion.
I wave my 6 magic words
before his eyes
The eyes of every angry man
who ever was
who ever will be
Eyes cold
with molten revenge
Eyes capable of incinerating a girl
Before the last vowel
Of the last word
Escapes into oblivion.
He attacks with cunning accuracy
manhandling the wellspring
of my shame
where I hide my naked body--
the lone call
of womanhood
mortifying my chest
disgracing my groin
with alien heat
and knotted cramps
and an ominous seepage
that surely foretells my death.
This is the moment of
the fool’s defeat.
The air scorched
stinking of burnt words
and oily sweat.
His. Mine.
I feel my bones bleed.
My knees buckle.
My bowels sink.
I am an old lady
in need of a cane.
So…
This is
what it’s like
to live
with
A
Tyrant.
khf
9.22.22