surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Defy
I let you walk all over me but these wounds are superficial. With hostility to match your ego, I name you artificial. Don’t be so shocked when I nail you to the cross, babe. This ugly obsession is a mystery that will not fade. These angel wings will not fly me to safety. Your Mercury cures live only to plague me. These medications don’t heal your arrogance. With your abundance of bitterness, there’s so much I can’t rival against. Let me take you down a notch or two, honey. Come back down to earth and see what I see. Let me crawl all over your crooked stones and rocks, dear. I’ll meet you where our future disconnects and the end is near. Hold back your tears as the nails penetrate your wrists, my love. I want your fear as you face your agony from above. Why did we sign up for this wretched insanity? I can’t imagine a more hollow existence than the one we are living. All the hurt you caused was all the pain I took. All the hysteria you created matched the faults I overlooked. Beware the curse of the cross and the nails that bear your name. There’s a spot on the very bed where we were one and the same. I learned that there is no universe for us anymore. I wanted to break free but you just wanted it more. I come in close enough for the nails to kill. I wanted you all to myself but now I’ve had my fill. My love, my dear, my husband, my hate. There is no us anymore, there is only cruel fate.
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
