Gibber

red raw the recall of my inarticulate heart
red roar the recoil from this inexplicable darkness

this black blood red hot mess of stained memories
and stained bedsheets from petty painful liaisons

this bearded monster under the bed
doesn’t think much of my lust
he denounces my pronouncements
(he - because it is always a he)
my attempts to regain consciousness
confidence sanity and dignity
he reminds me of my failures
my feigned attempts at normality

there resides the gibbering goblin of mortality
his black beard quickening my fear

red raw the recall of my blackened heart
red roar the recoil from this shattered past