𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬: “The Scurril Narratives of Her Love” by Darein P. Catchillar

 

Published by: Angel Monique Candelaria 

Date published: March 30, 2023

Time published: 8:10 AM

Category: Poetry

Theme: Infidelity, Love Rage 

I can grow rage in the sign of silence,

And light up a fire in the sense of your infidelity:

In the rising bubbles of conjured thinking,

In the glistening cover of the whirlwind's sand castles,

And in the breaking hearts of my white daisies.

You grew red dahlias in my front yard's green,

And now my forlornness grieves in the sheets of my bed:

Each night the thinking craves my soul,

I wonder how the moon sees me—

Must it know that I pour blue liquor in the skin of glee? 

How I wish these moments to walk freely like the stamps of your history,

Certainty chained despite my great dignity:

The steps you make are where I always feel,

I am the terrain that you will never navigate—

Even when my hands reach out to the ends of your unwilling knots of conformity. 

You yerk the afeared lover within me.

You must be fain to see me bleed.

How you aim for my blood and teeth:

All of these reputeless, haunting thoughts—

The scantling pieces of my perceived death. 

Because you know it so well that I won't repugn,

Even in the reds of all the devil rheums—

I keep the madness like it's your favorite mazzard:

Be like perdu, I'll crush and juice it—

Then I'll swallow it abrooked to say I love you.

 

PAINTING: ‘The Wedding Dress’ (1911) by Frederick William Elwell