Fading Faith

Fading Faith

Week 1, the summer of shifting sadness.
What was I to feel anymore
in my gelatinous hole,
ever moving,
a gooey puddle of stifled sobs
and an unshakable uncertainty.

I remember the night prior,
an unprecedented mess
of searing gold
sizzling down my throat
and the burning distaste
for that friendless fool.
For I certainly wasn't
his companion anymore,
he slithering between my words
and beneath her sheets,
injecting poison into my chest
to boil and thrash.

It remains in my heart even now,
a toxic reminder,
sending my heart plummeting
into the stinging acids
melting away at all the hope
I ever had for myself.

And yet,
in four days' time,
I stand before
a crowd of kids,
confused and alone,
looking to me for the answers.

I brush the ashes
from the hole in my breast,
rising to the occasion.

The Devil's Work

The Devil's Work

Time stops for none but he,
they whisper in hushed tones,
cowering before the god I be.

They sidle past in silence, barely
daring to breath, their heads bent low,
cowering before the god I be.

"He holds counsel with Mephistopheles,
ushering demons to reign in the sun,
for time stops for none but he."

I hear them stutter and stammer timidly,
scorched by the radiance of fear,
cowering before the god they see.

But I am no deity,
simply swaddled in a cloak of lies
that time stops for none but me,
you fools covering before the god I be.