stalagmite twisting to a beating heart
neck aching open mouthed
my eardrums bleed
deaf from this chamber of horror
the abysmal cavern is next
the last vestiges of a devoured soul
is being licked off the slimy stinky walls
who look like movie stars and politicians and administrators
i gag until nothing comes out, a pool of bile at my feet
staggering up the twisted stair of nails
to the daring precipice
i stand on bleeding feet and appreciate the wind in my face
just as the book of affirmations told me to,
I hear the whipping and snapping of the stars and stripes on the pole above me
and when my helpful meditation is done
i notice my brain
far far below me
being quashed by a one eyed giant
in a wooden vat
that should be full of grapes.
I have my fortress.
It has done nothing to protect me.