Rope of Healthy Thorns 🌵

Rope of Healthy Thorns 🌵

You coiled me.

I’m a rope of healthy thorns.

You meant well

But fame goes into your head.

Not only that but

Trauma.

Just like me

You wanted to run run run

So fast

That you didn’t give a flying

Fuck

Who you ran over along the way.

You coiled me.

Wrapped me tight.

With every interaction,

Every reunion,

You tighten.

The thorns.

So healthy and beautiful.

With its sharp razor.

Each thorn representing

The broken shards of glass

That once was

My heart.

You broke my heart.

Blew that fucker up into a

Thousand pieces.

But that wasn’t enough right?

Nah.

You needed more.

A trauma-filled soul like yours

Needed a bigger fix.

You snort the white lines

Of capitalism to ensure

Your next reign of terror.

Instead of piecing

Me back together

You turn shards of me into

healthy thorns on a rope.

With each tug of that

Rope,

The thorns, my shards,

dig into my dermis

Down to the nerves

Paralyzing me

Then meeting my muscles

With tears and shreds

To then drill through my

Bones like a coal miner

To then greet my bleeding organs

With the

Kiss of death.

You consumed me.

You burned me out.

You continue to do so.

Is this what we meant by

Achievement?

Is this what breeds from American

Capitalism?

Was this inevitable?

You coiled me.

I couldn’t help but

Think this would happen

Especially after that cold

autumn night.

Such a chilly night it was

No matter.

No one wanted to matter.

Chucking the Duces.

RD espérame allí.

4.12.2023 | 12:54 AM

Poetry by CÁMO (aka LA REINA TAÍNA)