Rigid Ropes
Unfurl the rigid pieces of your spine,
From patellar tremors and a posture bent
To weather the atmospheric pressure
Of your own design
A clandestine grief
For which you offer no repent.
You are consumed by a self-inflicted,
Chronic blight,
The physiological echo
Of your wandering eye,
And I refuse to serve
As a fulcrum in the night.
Nor beg to soothe the fever
Of another manufactured alibi.
I observe the hypervigilance of your guilt,
An intellectual wasteland
Where fidelity dissolves into silt.
It is a calculated choreography,
This desperate, zero sum expanse.
I watch you index the secrets
Encrypted in your very cells,
While your dissonance constructs
A brutalist facade,
Mortared by deceit
And cast from impenetrable shells.
You submerge yourself
In the pelagic dark,
A violent, benthic trench
Where you actively choose to dive.
Bleeding out to summon
Every abyssal predator,
Inviting the consequence
That metabolizes you alive.
There is a grotesque comfort
You harbor as you weep,
A masochistic sanctuary
In the fallout of your perjury.
Wallowing in the collateral damage
Of the company you keep,
Curating the optics of a victim
Behind a sociopathic plea.
I remain upon the continental shelf,
Entirely detached from the descent,
No longer hemorrhaging my empathy
To stabilize your turbulent intent.
For I can map the frantic frequencies
Screaming in your mind,
A discordant static of the bed
You have wrongfully unmade.
It drags against the physical coordinates
I inevitably find
Compressing my plexus,
Where my own equilibrium decayed.
This, the nightmare fuel of cyclical,
Relentless betrayal,
A post-traumatic haunting
That fractures the waking hour,
Where every peripheral movement
Mimics your infidelity's scale,
The phantom scent of foreign skin
Begins to rot and sour.
Your silent, internal wars
Systematically crushing out your breath,
A slow, exhausting pantomime
Of a secondary, psychic death.
Must your distorted perception
Perpetually dictate the terms?
This purgatorial stasis
Where your captives are detained?
We require an ontological reason
As the paradigm burns,
A justification for the labyrinth
Where you compartmentalize and evade.
You engineer a matrix
Of pathological oddities,
A theatrical tragedy fueled
By the deficit of your restraint,
Eclipsing the warming current of a sun
That no longer sees
The decimated foundation of a trust
You chose to taint.
Objective discernment whispers
With a cutting, quiet plea:
Terminate the protocol,
Just let the structure fall.
You possess neither the fortitude
For this burden, nor the agency,
Nor the capacity to calculate
The astronomical toll of it all.
This ceaseless, kinetic loop upon a hostile,
Barren coast.
I am profoundly, existentially weary
Of suffocating in your exhaust,
Inhaling the particulate matter
Of the boundaries you erased.
You need to surrender to the void
You so actively create;
There is a terminal solution,
A rope down by the lake.