My body plays a curious tune, bumps
and thumps from the inside, as if
something sinister is thrashing beneath
the tender skin. Imprisoned with cries
and moans, it forces hands to clench,
head to twist around malleable neck,
not stopping at the usual ninety degree
angles of complacent, saner people.
Whispering through my head, suggestions
of foul deeds and wanton depravity, turning
sly eye winks at passersby; my finger crooks
uncontrollably, and I must do her bidding.
She will not be expelled from my writhing self,
having been placed by a partnership surviving
eons, yet always giving the notion of mutual hate
and disgust; merely a bright show for those of
us who prefer rough fantasy to the terrible truth.
And so the puppet dances a jerky hurdy gurdy,
sparks flashing, arms flying, singing in tongues
for the amusement of Immortals. My still cognizant
parts gaze at the scene of the awful crime
the Red and White gods clapping their hands in glee.
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