Choke - Conjurer

Eyes sink, veins swell, inks smear

Across this battled face

In drowning these spirits

I have lost;

they have won

To see them snarl

That voracious pack of professionals —

Baying, teeth bared, ravenous —

Grinds my teeth down to shards

I’ll take all I can compile:

Body, blood, and bile

Devotion unparalleled

I’d drink the cold sweat

Straight from your brow

Leeching your life

In black and white

Taking your dismay for sustenance

A hint of life, to hide the stains

Disgusts when lies and truth conspire

To smear the oils across your face

Shroud.

Choke.

Quell.

Suffer

Smother the lens

How they all come running

At the drop of a pill

There’s a living to be made

In violating simple human rights

A hand extends offering help

But, as I uncurl each of the fingers

I find sat in the midst of its palm yet another poison

I cannot help but consider