...Ornaments of a Dark Satire

By SolApathy

Christmas foretold
Of the demons I hold
Ornaments reflect the twisted visage
Of this monstrous montage
Pastiche of winter wonder
My nightmares refuse to slumber
Brought forth my carols of Christmas joy
Reminiscing the memories of this twisted boy
Mommy’s little helper
Pour me another whiskey sour
Quickly before my mood becomes dour
Hooks of ornaments to be hung
Dig into my flesh –They stung
Winter wasps as a drink I hear spilled
Sure I’ll soon be killed
Dreading the steps of a pain soon to be fulfilled
Why did I cause her drink to spill?
As she pops a few pills
Perhaps soon she will slumber
Maybe then it will be her number?
The dreams of the darkness I craved
Thoughts of her body—splayed
Open for the world to see
The monster that made…Me

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Published on Thursday, December 19, 2019. Filed under: "Poetry"