Who chooses

 

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The power of the skull from distant lands
it’s effluvium beckons me, I know not why
mandible held against my lips, I inhale
it’s death into my soul, my once pure thoughts
now anomalous, suspended in the attic hollow
where reasoning once resided, I stand on stone
in wild winds, lightning sutures blotted skies
can I recant the voodoo which enslaves me
my mind blank my body weary, the meaning unknown of why
I was chosen to wield the blood stained shears
that grew from straw, held high above my head
I shout unto the universe
“Release me from this darkened hell”
“I am not stopping you” I hear it whisper in return

©jmtacken 25/3/2014
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10 words used for the below in the prompt for http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/03/24/wordle-1/

32 thoughts on “Who chooses

  1. interesting….the holding the shears over the head and yelling is a bit over the top and movie-ish….
    the lightning suturing the sky, very creative use of suture…like that….

  2. Powerfull write, the images were just rolling off to create a deeper impact. My favourite part:”I stand on stone
    in wild winds, lightning sutures blotted skies
    can I recant the voodoo which enslaves me”

  3. This is my favorite of yours. It is as intricate as it is hauntingly inescapable. Your last line could not be more perfect…so thoroughly memorable!

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