King Kong by Patrice Murciano
Lights out! Darkness spreads a black fog carpet
Enveloping the floor, the adrenaline pooling and spilling
Paralyzed thighs, thoughts of blows & lies, hold me tight.
I can hardly breathe in this clamped down moonless night.
Doors open. Dog of the night glares through her veil
Whimpering, will broken flopping on her back,
Bites the air and the hand that doesn’t feed her anymore.
I can hardly breathe in this torture chamber of nevermore,
Doors close. There’s no Kong the kindly gorilla who’s leaving
Locking, the King’s key held in his hand, for he is the King,
Not big-hearted but cruel, he smiles at the sound of its click.
I can hardly breathe in this drapery suite of claustrophobia and sick.
Raise your hands
if you have tried to soothe the beast,
stroking his matted fur,
while your tears are drying
you climbed into his hand to sleep.
Raise your voice if you got out alive
realizing you would be dead
if you didn’t leave in time
or if you’d never tried.
*This is a dark one from dark days….the last verse was added recently.