Threshold
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
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First published in “Raven Cage Zine #70” June 2022
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1k1ATf0K_B97oxYPMjFHU4NBm2nLt9xrs/view
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