Alleviation

[RP]

Crazy thoughts of alligators and mudslides
Strapped into blue catacombs
It’s the greatest feeling that can be vilified
And the coldest torment

Splayed out on the dull grey marble
The shiver creeps slowly internal and derisory
Leant over to whisper in your ear
The consequences of what we did

I’m still right here with you
Despite my flaccid conscience
In spite of their pronged insults
Because of our shared bondage

One pricked my leg with some needles
Another snipped at things
Just breathe slowly and they’ll go away
At some point they have to

Gathering circles the whiteness of absolute
No pausing for breath
No collecting of thoughts
All they’ve done and you’re still laughing

I saw a tear sneak down your face
Don’t let them get the better of you
It’s your heartbeat they’re wanting
Don’t let them get the better of you

Here it comes in all its banality
The deeper syringe inside you
Reveals their testing weaponry
Clenched fists iron fists fuck their interrogation methods


Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
That almost freezes up the heat of life.

[pseud]

Hello RP,

Welcome. Some dramatic imagery here, I think a bit cryptic as well. You did a very good job of showing emotions rather than just referring to them - it feels like we got a glimpse in your head.

The only problem I had was that I didn't know what your imagery was supposed to represent in every case, I got a little lost. Your first Manilla Folder fell prey to this even more, I'm afraid. In this one the title gives some insight, and I'd almost take a guess and say this was about drug use. But that's only a guess.

Anyhow, again nice to meet you, see you around,

- Caleb