BREATHLESSLY ALIVE

By Ghost Terestrea

Muscling forces tether the ovum of precious beings

pernicious entities that smother a sacred species

they pluck phoenix and fae from sobering skies

unmothering so they remain breathlessly alive.

Mythical creatures awaken in a state of holy dread,

undying and anchored, umbilical and lifeless,

worshiping distant dreams now as deflated hosts

o u r   p o o r   u n f o r t u n a t e   s o u l s.

Heavenly beings lose faith as lights of their eyes dim

desolation prevails as heart-fires quiet within

two by two the muscle of the worn world breeds

as each barren womb begins to show its teeth.

Phyrexian horrors mouth homing lullabies they despise,

their netherous notes as ancient heart songs disguised

ruthless sadists of a poisoned other realm speak

their chords as curses try to deafen our love of being.

Into the ears of broken-winged beasts flow lyrical lies,

luring us to betray a magick we know is still alive,

they want us bitten and flightless so they can control,

but we savor a secret lore they cannot possibly know.

A dying worlds’ weight begs our chest burst and bleed

and our lungs open up like violent fig bodies, 

wishes and hopes locked within become exposed,

as we syrup into the soil where everything grows.

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