THE WRETCH #poetry by jay

Of sin

Of abhorrence

Of bent

and,

Of broken

In the dry bough

wooden and drifting,

Pretenses

and pickled mouth

Besieged by pines

and corked by the sea.

The needling

of the wind howls

in this

Barren

Cavern

Brain

Of a man, forlorned

A bastion

Sinful and hideous

Holed and cored

You’re gutted

now, a mullet

Flayed

Empty

Pin spine

Flung

into

the Roiling Waves.

The Wretch

fed to the vengeful

Salted Sea.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Jacob Meissner on Unsplash

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