Cauldron Bed

Cauldron Bed

I was formed inside a cauldron
stirred together by a bone spoon
touched by generations
the marrow long since fed upon
by bone mites

Blood of the ancestors soaked me
pinches of black block cognitive functions
ladles of obedience
not an ounce of questioning
broken yellow wings of fear
dull dabs of gray laziness
and a few strawberries
to make it seem normal

I may have birthed from that iron circle
but it's always been inside me
Heavy and collecting ingredients
edible addictions
mental obsessions
slowly taking the place
of movement
of conversation
people
life

It's the only ambitious thing about me left
it's expanding
stretching
under my skin
familial larvae 
feeding 
growing
excreting
fatter
formless

My only energy
the viciousness of my empty emotions

My only character foundation
the weight of my existence

I keep clicking the remote
watching the creativity
the living 
of others
as I spread further over my bed
and continue
to slowly drown

April 25, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen

Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-fifth entry "Red Ink".