A Storm in Me

By Rachelle King

How to recount the aspects of a storm
that stays and withdrawals as it pleases...

Leaving a desert behind
filled with implicit words
from past afflictions?

How to convey it
by conventional means...
this desolate place
you leave behind in me?

Retrospection-my life lacks there of.

Faith-a reified abstraction
filling the voids between peoplekind.

God(s)-manmade or a superior intelligence
residing in a sort of “above.”

Define your truth for your eyes alone,
please.

Island, are you still there?
Are you going under
the tides? Sinking...
in what? A crucifixion
to suffer next from their
concocted holy waters,
blessed by all those
catholic priests now dying of
AIDS.
The same disease they once dismissed
as the reckoning come
for all those naughty gays & lesbians.

To compare “self” with “shelf”
seems to paramount a conception.

Did you think of it alone,
or with a biased infliction?

Bent on you own self-destruction-
[self-deluded] I can’t say
whether you stumbled upon some “rights”
But I can tell by now,
how much it brings me down
from my mirage of heights.

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