It's Written on the Wall

This touch is consecrated,
it's sewn from a spleens sigh to the heart
a black conscription of your construction of me

I've seen your avatars crippling the tormented
your physical manifestations of pain, joy, hatred
all cemented in the form we see now
the form that takes us back
and wraps us completely

I don't remember offering up this power,
falling prey to the traps that love demands
the chains that constrict me so completely
that they sear through and give agony a pulse

So here I stay caged in these bonds,
linked with the earth and my heart
one wouldn't think it hard to escape
when the earth is this soft

--Andrew Hussey