The eruption ache

of an ultimatum,

laid bare its beams and

its unsunned skin,

a voice bellowing,

roaring a vow that

grows like a creature

absolute in its hellish

demanding form.


All things stand extravagant

and excessive especially

when unarmed, unexpecting.

Leave the painted dream

with the waterfowl to peck at

and drive under.

There is something here

in this early day, contracting, anguishing

but with cause.


Wretched vigor, swelling

with the effusion

of threatening extremes,

held hostage, here, in a place

where a choice must be made

where all outcomes perceived

are perverse, lethal.



Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Raven Cage Zine #70” June 2022




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