Helter Skelter

I feel him burrowing inside
my voice, my hands, my eyes.
I feel him burrowing inside
my blood, my life, my mind.  

He’s in my mind.

His fingers on my thigh,
his beard scratching at my skin,
a bitter pill tempts my tongue;
I let him in.  

He’s in my blood.

I hear it rushing in my ears
pulsing at my wrists.
I feel his warmth, I feel his love
as my reality trips. 

He’s in my voice. 

He grows in every word I speak.
His reason is a symphony
which I’m unafraid to preach,
knowing how he loves me.

He’s in my eyes.

The world is so beautiful
but it needs help to shine.
If I help him rid the world of filth
the bounty will be mine.  

He’s in my hands. 

He was there.
In the cold metal of the broken door frame,
in the dying heat of the laughter in the room—
The dewy grass of the backyard,
the heat of her velvety scream.
All descending into
her blood,
where our lives had collided
and I had survived.
I’ll say it ‘til I die—
It was him inside
my voice, my hands, my eyes.
It’s him inside
my blood, my life, my mind.

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Ariel K. Moniz is a lifelong writer, emerging poet, and avid reader. She is a witch, a womanist, a wanderer, and a lover who embraces life through empathy, creativity, and the written word. She runs two blogs and is currently working on her first poetry collection as well as a novel. You can find more of her writing on instagram @kiss.of.the.seventh.star.